The Message Alert

MESSAGE Centre 1: Hy dud wts up Message Centre 2: Chllng out at CCD MC1: Wth? MC2: Sxy cutlry MC1: Cm ovr MC2: Whr? MC1: Brsta Blly Cr Rd MC2: In 15 MC1: C u thn Amit twirled the last spoonful of Devil’s Delight in his tongue, picked up his helmet and came out. He revved up his bike and zoomed into the brightly lit night. He was in a jocund mood. He had just received an unofficial confirmation of his promotion as a group leader in Synthesis Techno. There was a sticky jam at Ballygunge Phari and it took him about half an hour to reach Barista. As he switched off the ignition he heard a gunshot. Amit slumped forward. Message Centre 3: Jb dn MC 1: Wt at By Pss cmg wth prcl dlt al clls & msgs. Nilesh smiled. Hard luck Amit, but that chair was meant for me. You played tricks on old man Sharma to get to it. Nilesh quickly finished his Mocha Magic and ripped into the night. The bypass was as quiet as ever, just speeding cars and bikes. The brown paper packet had to be handed over. Suddenly the message alert beeped, “Lk bck bddy.” Nilesh panicked. His heart was pounding. He turned back and lost control. It was one of the worst crashes that bypass had witnessed in a long time. MC2 : Whn wl v 2 mt agn MC1 : Tht ws a foul gme MC2 : Fair is fl & fl is fr u wn the bttle I wn th wr Few cops and paramedics noticed Nilesh’s cellphone beeping. Messages coming and going. More battles to be lost and won, amidst a lot of thunder and lightning in some other world.