by Ceedy (Chintan Desai)
Guiding the cabbie while referring to the SMS on his blackberry.
Take the escalator up and come straight to the glass doors.
Scanning the almost empty lobby he assured himself.
This is it.
Setting his long hair behind his ears and then fidgeting in his pant pocket.
He held his fingers close to his nose just as he was stepping onto the escalator.
Took a long sniff.
Twitching of his nose. Shaking his head. Pupil dilating.
His tour to fame began.
A girl ahead of him in denim was being devoured by the rolling clanging metal.
His head was pounding at every rolling move and the space around him started to spin.
He clutched the rolling rail for support. Sweat feeling like slime he looked down at his hand.
It was a python.
He was halfway there. The denim started to slide down and the girl had hairy legs.
Eyes blinking. Eyes rolling. Noise getting louder.
He looked up. The ceiling metamorphosed into clouds come down on him with bright orange stars.
He rubbed his nose with the back of his palm.
Hallucination was wearing down and he was at the top to his destined future.
Stepping off the escalator, he recollected himself. The girl in denim had disappeared.
He ran his hand through his hair. He looked at the lady appearing from behind glass doors.
You must be Burt Tobain.
Yes that’s me and the rest is history.