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| Fab 4 |
"We all live in yellow submarine, yellow submarine"
"We all live in yellow submarine, yellow submarine"
Vivek was brushing his teeth while listening to this song. It was his favourite song with his favourite sound, the sound of the waves crashing on the rocks. “Ah this is heaven” thought Vivek. The crashing waves reminded him of his home. The voice of Paul McCartney was majestic and the guitar strumming and the drums added music to the soul. Humming the tune inside his head, Vivek pressed the replay button on his phone. He could listen to this song whole and do nothing.
He finished brushing his teeth and went back to this room. Benjamin was waiting for him for there.
“Oye how was the last night’s dinner date? Got some action?” he asked in an excited tone with an wink at the end of the comment.
Vivek’s face, which till now had a smile, suddenly had a horror look. He took a moment to steady his heart. He said “It was more of dinner fight. All was going smoothly. And suddenly she had to bring up something. Damn! All went downhill. We ended up fighting till the end.
“Ohho” replied Benjamin.
“Let’s change the topic. I was hearing strawberry field forever. That song never makes sense to me. Then it struck me. I replaced strawberry by opium and the whole song now makes sense to me.”
“What do you mean?” asked Vivek, irritated.
“Here I wrote it for you some to make you understand”
Let me take you down
Let me take you down
‘Cause I'm going to Opium Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Opium Fields forever
Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone
But it all works out
It doesn't matter much to me
Let me take you down
‘Cause I'm going to Opium Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Opium Fields forever
“Hahaha….I see..that makes perfect sense to me now too” Vivek said.
“Just imagine.”
The two friends started to laugh and went on laughing for half hour. They cracked jokes. They made faces. They shared stories. Finally Benjamin left leaving Vivek alone in the room.
Suddenly Vivek’s phone started to buzz. It was a message. He took the phone in his hand to scroll to the message. It was from his girlfriend.
“I hate you :X Never contact me ever again”
“Eh!”
Vivek tried to message her on whatsapp to explain. She had blocked him. Phone. Again blocked. Message. Blocked.
“God what has happened” he thought. His Ipod changed to another song. He had forgotten about it playing.
You're going to lose that girl,
You're going to lose that girl.
If you don't treat her right, my friend,
You're going to find her gone,
'cause I will treat her right, and then
You'll be the lonely one.
You're going to lose that girl,
You're going to lose that girl.
I'll make a point
Of taking her away from you, yeah,
The way you treat her what else can I do?
His iPod was playing the song “You are gonna lose that girl!
What coincidence!
He angrily shut his iPod off and went to sleep
An hour late he woke up. He was sweating. His clothes were drenched. Sweat was flowing down his forehead. He was scared. He had a nightmare. He went outside the room to the water cooler. He bent down and drank cold water. He washed his face. And then came back to the room.
His room was dirty. Dust and garbage was accumulating. Every day he would always think of cleaning his room. But something always came up and this idea took a backseat. But today is the day. He decided to finally clean his room. He picked up the broom lying in the corner and was about to start cleaning.
But first thing first. Songs need to be played on his iPod. He pushed the play button.
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
Suddenly, I'm not half to man I used to be,
There's a shadow hanging over me.
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.
Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say.
I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday.
Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.
Now I need a place to hide away.
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
“Damn!” The song finished. He replayed it. Again. And again.
And then the tears started to flow down his cheeks which lead to bursting of the dam. He was crying.
Later in the day, Vivek stopped crying. He was alone. He missed her. He wanted to talk to her. He was sad. Benjamin had come to invite him for lunch. Seeing him so sad, he thought otherwise. Vivek was angry. Hurt. Blocked.
“How can this happen to me?” he thought.
He picked up his notepad to write something. Somewhere in between, he had written lyrics of ‘When I am 64’. He played that song on his iPod.
When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine?
And the song went on as......
Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view.
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, Wasting Away.
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?
“Oh man! Crap!” The song ended with the things he wanted to say.
“That was something” he realized. Satisfied. Complete. He stood up.
And in came Benjamin. “Sorry bro. Sorry to know. She is a bitch. Don’t worry” he said.
“How do you know?” asked astonished Vivek.
“Well it’s the gossip of the day in the hostel” replied Benjamin.
“Great what I needed.”
“Anyway I have something to cheer you up.” Benjamin took out weed from his pocket.
And then the two smoked up listening to John Lennon’s trippy song
I am the Walrus, goo goo g’joob.
