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Trapped Alien

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I was staring at a nice gold-framed photograph of myself on the silk-painted designer wall a short while ago. It was decorated with a fresh multihued fragrant garland and a bunch of expensive incense sticks were lit before it from which pungent smoke came out. I hate this brand of incense... The flowers of the garland were however my favorites plucked from my wife's garden. Yes, I am framed forever a "Trapped Alien" in my own bedroom.

The framed photograph had vanished. My body felt heavy on the soft-hard ergonomic bed and a faint fragrance of jasmine room freshner entered my weary nose through which a narrow transparent tube had been inserted. My old ears caught the steady hum of the powerful air-conditioner creating an almost mountain air-like atmosphere. My operated-upon clear eyes drank the beauty of a fresh bunch of lovely flowers in a big hand-painted  china-clay flower vase on the bedside table. The soft light light-blue linen gown gently caressed my skinny frame.Someone was kind enough to put a glowing digital clock on the wall where the framed photograph was. It showed 7:00 a.m. yet the room was dark save the dim violet night light. Where was the attractive buxom nurse ? During my fitful wakes at night I see her feathered Angel wings and her chubby Angelic face buried in some romantic novel fast asleep.I laugh to myself... how could anyone read a book in such dim light. Was she a big pretender ? Anyway none of my business. I had to silently wait till 8 a.m. before the heavy curtains are drawn back.

A little after eight the AC was switched off,curtains came off and the large windows on the west were opened. I could now hear the soft cooing of the sheltered pigeons and the chirping of a few sparrows. I wondered if the crows Kakeshwari and Bhushkundi had come for their daily scraps of fish. But I was just too spent up to enquire. I wondered what my wife was doing now. Ah.. there she was  Looking fresh and beautiful... Hello hello... She embraced me warmly not heeding the giggles of the night nurse kissing me full on my withered lips and unshaven cheeks. She shooed the night nurse away and took charge of me in a jiffy. She had wanted to sleep in my room itself but I had insisted otherwise since there was no point in making her lose her sleep. My caring children were very much in agreement with my plan.

Tea served to me was the best Darjeeling variety.Breakfast , lunch and dinner was fit for a king. I had never tasted such lovely food during my long journey to Alien-Land. My daily expenses ran to almost three thousand rupees. During the last six months my wife and children had spent more for me than I had earned in my whole working life. My paltry monthly dole and meagre health insurance couldn't were just  drops. A bucket of money was needed which my caring family provided.

The blabbering barber arrived and shaved me while I sat comfortably (?) on a padded armchair gazing at the outside and feeling the warm breeze on my eager skin. Bhola the barber told me all about himself and his big,happy  but poor family. The two daughters-in-law were incessantly quarreling over trifles. Though amused , I kept a worried expression to keep him talking. He was on of the two visitors apart from the physicians and counsellors. Bhola was a wonderful respite from my woes as a Trapped Alien.

No.. I don't complain. My children see and talk to me over internet withthout fail.. almost like arm shots at 10 p.m.Sometimes I wonder ..... whether these interactions are from the heart or brain. What does it matter anyway.

Every night just when the night nurse dozes off Yam Raj comes in without knocking. He doesn't care for manners you know. He plonks down on my straight-backed padded chair and looks me straight into the eyes and laughs out loud. This readers is the most realistic hearty laughs which I see. "Is it time ?"... "No" comes the curt answer from Yam Raj. "You wont get this amount of comfort in Yam Lok.. so what's the hurry ?" .... I scream out loud "Yam Raj !! please I am trapped like an Alien in my own world. I want to see something else. Six months is a long long time.... " "My dear Bishu people in your world suffer more and for much much longer years before I take them away" "Then why do you visit me each night ?" "You will get the answer from one of your online-virtual friends... " 

Yam Raj hit me with his stick and I was knocked off to sleep. This is a real story for the only one who "apparently" likes nonsense still seeking answers on this planet and beyond.