THE PATCH

Some people lie everyday.

EDITOR -
We read your manuscript with great interest but regret that our schedule is complete.

DENTIST -
This is not going to hurt at all.

FRIEND -
You know I would not tell anyone.

SECRETARY -
The manager can’t see you. He is very busy.

LAWYER -
Would I be here if I were not convinced of my client’s innocence.

WIFE -
I’ll be ready in a minute.

(Courtesy- RD).



And therefore, like normal people, all characters in ‘Super Perception’ lie, and when they do, they give the word ‘Lie’ a whole new definition, dissertation and dimension.
There have been times when one could hear Baharul, an ardent Salman Khan fan, say, “Salman is an icon”. To which Patrick replied, “I wish. Then I could right-click on him and hit delete”. Times have also witnessed the numerous times when Vincent tried to impress many random women through a conversation involving literature. Maybe his boobs for books scheme was too far fetched. Tales involving Vincent will only open up his liaisons with school girls, so we should put an end on his explicit details.

However, in the simplest of simplicity and the noblest of nobility; there was a time; a time for supersonic heroics, a time for noble acts, a time for melodramatic background music. We could also define this time when a good deed was rewarded through good weed in good speed. Anyway, like stated, there was a time. A time when it was impossible to tell which boy was undergoing chemotherapy. Nearly all the boys were bald.

Hitesh, Kotoky, Patrick and Terence shaved their heads so that a sick friend wouldn’t feel out of place. Baharul shaved his head for a romantic reason but claimed it was for his sick friend. Ved also followed, like usual (Nothing new).

Vincent was the one who was sick. Okay, we know he might be sick in the usual sense but this time, he was medically unwell. Doctors removed a semi-malignated tumor from the left side of his brain. And if you thought brains were pink or grey, think again. According to the medical report, Vincent’s brain was yellow in colour. Meanwhile, one could suspect Vincent having a tumor in that region since there were several things on his mind; it was just funny how the things he had in mind turned heavy which created the lymphoma of the metatarsal in neuro-biogomatics (I don’t have a fucking idea what created what where, I just felt like using the words). By the way, Vincent’s brain was reportedly yellow in the report because the surgeon was using a yellow ray beam so he got confused.

Anyway, a month after the tumor removal, Vincent started chemotherapy to treat the lymphoma. He decided to shave off his head before the hair-fall. That’s when he went silent and withdrawn from the world. Patrick and Terence couldn’t see Vincent like this; therefore they raised a petition to shave off their heads to support Vincent. It was good for Patrick as he was already undergoing a bald patch from the right side.

Between all incidenst, one cold night, Baharul decided to give Vincent some company. Now, Baharul cannot sleep without counting sheep. You know the theory. So, Baharul was at it and quite loud, like usual. That’s when Vincent politely in a dusky voice asked him to STFU. Then, Baharul with full emotion for Vincent decided to count sheep on paper. Next morning, Patrick and Terence entered the hospital room and saw Baharul writing and counting sheep on paper.

Let's keep that incident aside. Meanwhile, Patrick and Terence roped in the remaining boys and decided to stand by their ailing and wailing friend. They asked the women too but they furiously declined. The next few months saw Vincent live on cabbage leaves, carrot tops and apple skins with olive oil.

And with everyday that we visited Vincent, there was a spark in his eyes- a spark which indicated a huge sense of belonging and brotherly love, which just didn’t come out because it felt uneasy. And it did actually happen, and at situations like these, you are at a loss for words because that is a time when telepathic vibes travel faster than verbal words.

To all that we ever shared and will share, to the words which never came out and to all those times when we stuck around somewhere with no apparent reason or apparel; it’s been good and it’s been us.