I wanted it to be a prank

It’s a story about friends:  Vijay, Raman and Chintan. They had been friends since school days. Definitely loads of good times during school days and fighting as well. Raman being more mischievous had always some or more pranks in his pocket to throw away on Vijay. Vijay sometimes shouted, sometimes smiled and sometimes kept mum. On the contrary, Raman was equally emotional and sensitive. He always used to surprise Vijay with his efforts on his birthdays and good days. And Vijay knowing that every activity of Raman being provoked by Chintan and Chintan a sadist, had a job to keep Chintan positive which in turn kept Raman in usual instinct and protected him from being over mischievous.

School days ended and they parted. Life went more complicated and friends more busy. One day a letter arrived at Vijay house. Vijay opened it and was shocked, unmoved; tears rolled down his face. The letter was from one of his friend stating Chintan has killed Raman and himself.

Vijay tried to contact Raman in best possible ways but no luck. He called one of the friends to look for him. Friend asked for 2 hrs till he reaches Raman’s house and gets any information. Vijay was disturbed. Vijay panicked and cursed his friend. He remembered old days and was not able to believe the message.  Vijay wept.

Vijay wanted it to be a prank. He desperately wanted it to be a prank.

After 2 hrs, phone ranged. Vijay picked it. His friend told that the message is true. Vijay was not able to respond. He knew it could only be Chintan and no one else. He knew keeping Raman and Chintan alone to themselves is only reason. In sometime some common friends came to his residence and as Vijay was moving away after opening the door, suddenly from behind Raman appeared and started laughing. Yes, it was a prank. Vijay angrily went to him and slapped tight and hard and hugged tight and hard.

Yes, it was a prank and it was a story but in real life and in most cases, it’s not prank.

In my life, Vijay are a group of lot and I am one of them. And Chintan is an emotion.

 I too wanted it to be prank as well and see him coming, smiling from behind and slap him hard.

But he betrayed us. Left us shocked, disturbed, panicked, cursing him, remembering old days and weeping. He will never appear from behind.


I too wanted it to be a prank.