...blah blah vampire killers

When you work six days continuously, you can well imagine the erosion happening on the body and mind front. For me this devastation has become a continuous ritual. As I sat late night on Saturday with my notebook on my hard gruesome bed, I just didn't have words to explain my situation.

It was raining cats and dogs as usual at that time of night and I settled down to watch a horror movie in dim lights with full fledged audio booming through my cosy little apartment. Some ...blah blah vampire killers with some very hot women dressed like pseudo sluts with weird hair styles and teeth. I would say the saving grace was the cute British hero who had eyes of Jude Law and the accent.

I really don't know what spooked me...the movie or the fluctuating voltage which only affected the room in which I was sitting. I sipped on green tea as I don't take any other beverages and sleepily sat through the entire movie which was all about a sword which had a dick like handle and bursting vampire girls spewing out milk-like or semen-like stuff. Gross and disgusting, I would say. However the narration and structuring was nice as it was like that of a comic book.

No wonder why I generally don't go for British horrors though there are some really good stuff out there which are not mixed disproportionately with the comedy genre.

Lost Love

Its been a long time since I have walked on Sundane avenue. However used to frequent it a lot during my Varsity days. Reason…huh my better half used to live there. Now why did I say my better half.

To know that, we have to take a flight back memory lane. Joe and I went to the same college though separate faculties. She was studying philosophy. You must have seen a winged insect leaping into flames. My attitude to Joe was just like that. I knew she was seeing some other guy called Don. But I had to slip…and that also right in her arms. We had a whirlwind romance that lasted a little over 2 years and then I guess…Out of Mind..Out of sight.

Some things just haunt you forever…Its all about haunting that I want to tell you about.The incident occurred a few months back.

I was standing on Sundane Avenue just facing her house.I was drunk and dizzy that day.So as I sulked and looked dreamily at that familiar balcony, so many memories flooded my mind.Memories of a rain soaked afternoon…and many more.

It was also raining today.Suddenly I saw Joe coming out on the balcony.Our eyes got locked for a moment as I decided to stay there no longer but as soon as I turned away to leave, I found my self face to face with her.

I never ever thought that Joe had such a nimble foot. It was simply amazing.There was something in her eyes. Some sort of intimidation..something which made me follow her in the house.I have gazed in them so many times but never ever felt so much of immediacy. Once in the house the rain and thunder coupled with our repressed longing for each other scorched us away.We met as though like the angry passionate sea breaking over rocks. A little after evening I left. As the effect of liquor started waning out, I realized what I had done.

I remembered why Joe and I had broken up in the first place. She got married somewhere outside town in a different state. To Don of course. The woman I had promised never to touch again…How could I? A sense of guilt and disgust overtook me as I trudged home.

It took me another two months to know the truth. After work I was sitting at a bar when I had a chance meeting with Liam. Liam happened to be a distant relative of Joe. From him I came to know about Joe. Joe died in an accident on a visit to her maternal home on Sundane Avenue. It was a rainy afternoon when the old balcony on which she stood collapsed. She died instantly, the fall having crushed her skull. Liam was speaking to one of his chums as I overheard the conversation. But he said something else."Joe did not die alone. Mat was with her and to this day we can't figure out how he got to be with her. Perhaps Joe was cheating on her husband. They got laid on graves beside each other at St Peter's."I wondered what about Mat. Who is this guy with my name?

Curious and disturbed I almost sped up to St Peters only to find the worst.

Joe Flints and Mat Bigs lay side by side. But Mat Jason Bigs(MJ) - 1976-2004??

If MJ was dead who am I?