Farewell (from a borrowed lappie)

Farewell.

Farewell everyone.

I am leaving for the UK in about three hours’ time, for a good eighteen months, or forever (whichever is longer ).

I started from Shimla towards Delhi, in the morning, and reached the airport an hour ago. Having checked in my baggage and procured my tickets, I saw this guy with a laptop, and he seemed to be having some problem with it. Being a computer handyman to many of my friends, and an ardent observer, I see that the guy is looking helplessly at near about everyone in the airport lounge. I am sitting in front of him and say “Can I help you?” He looks at me doubtfully and explains that he cannot seem to find a wi-fi connection. I tell him that since we are at the airport, we might have jammers installed in here, but nevertheless I take a look. And five minutes later he has a perfect signal. (Just had to reinstall the drivers and stuff…)

So, this guy sends his urgent email, and thanks me. We get blah-blahing, the usual that people do on airports and I tell him about my blog. I show it to him and he (pretends to be/is) impressed. So after I see that he is done with his work, I modestly ask him whether I could write an entry on my blog. He is unaware that I can do it from his laptop. Nevertheless, he lets me have it. I mention that the lappie might run out of batteries, and he is not bothered about it. So I begin writing. It is eleven pm at night. 21st August 2008. An instrumental of “A wonderful world” by Louis Armstrong, is playing in the background.

I see friends shaking hands
Sayin “How do you do…”
They’re really sayin
I– Love– you–.

There are so many people I could say so many things to. There are friends, old and new. Family. People who could be friends. People who could have been family. People who are more than both. And people who were much much more, but are now, more distant than strangers. My going away, is actually making so many people happy (12 and counting). But there is nothing to say, really. Not any more.

I have already made the customary calls to everyone I wanted to call, and let them know that I am leaving. I also sent an sms to someone, to remind him that it was a mistake that I kept favouring him for so many years. And that he is no one without the help of everyone, who he thinks care about him. He has always been worse than a man, who walks on other peoples’ legs and that too on crutches. And he will remain so, and pass on his psychotic genes.

The scene at the airport is more or less like the one in “Love is all around”, ironically the scene was shot at Heathrow airport, where I am headed. Except that I am not a part of it, I am the guy behind the camera.

By the time I come back, if I ever do, things will have changed. I know it, have been there before. Heck, things change overnight for some people. And its good for them. The fact is that I couldn’t care less. Change is good, for better or for worse.

Just like I could sense panic in someone’s voice, when I told her that I am coming to Mumbai, or maybe on reading the post yesterday, now that I am finally going away, I can hear her breathe a sigh of relief. And how.

I could actually write pages and pages just now, referring to my so called friends, so called lovers and the scum of the earth that some people I know have become. But I don’t want to. The simple reason being, that they don’t have a blog and if I write about them, it would be a one-sided war. FYI, I don’t fight one-sided wars.

I am beginning a new life. And by the kinds of input(s) from real friends, (those who will stand by me always, and will beat the hell out of me if they think that I am doing something wrong) it rocks !!

For those who have challenged me professionally I have just three words to say: Consider. Yourself. Defeated.

May everyone get what they truly deserve.

To all the losers that ever be
Scum of the earth beyond compare,
Don’t ever try to challenge me
I was born where eagles dare.

I don’t have anything else to say to anyone else. Arnav Sud is leaving. For good.

P.S. Mr. Ram Gopal Varma, had you released Phoonk earlier, instead of today, I would have participated in the watch-it-alone contest and you would be 5 lakh short. For someone who finished reading Poe in primary school, no big deal. Besides, I could use the money. Want to make a REAL horror movie? Contact me.