Guys! I am in terror. They are talking of taking me to a psychiatrist. An actual doctor who is mad enough to treat the mad. But I am not mad and when would they understand that. I need to tell the world my version of the episode. I wish someone could make them understand. So here it goes-
I got this news last week on Monday. A news which has turned out to be really nauseating. My aunt had called my father telling him that my cousin Orgia was missing. She is still missing and whats more is that with accordance to her name, she is left me in utter mystery.
Orgia is a great cousin, not for being a homework helper, very intelligent or very witty, but for being a zero in all those things. With her wandering, unfocused eyes and a huge belly, she always makes a good object to laugh at. Looks like she is punishing me today for ever teasing the good, unprovoked girl. Now, you must know that why I stated those words which I stated above. So here it goes.again.
Two days after the phone call, two police officers landed up at our house with cigarette smelling mouths and a hefty diary which I recognized to be Orgia’s. I could never fathom how could she fill those diaries of her without having any sense of language or fun. Another mystery! Unfortunately that day it was cleared.
The taller of the two police men summoned. As I had never heard that a police inquiry is typically enjoyable, I responded to the summon with considerable fear and sat down in the opposite chairs to the officers in green. They asked a few common questions about Orgia- her behaviour, friends and fear. Then they came to the point. The shorter of the two handed me the open diary with the instruction to read it and explain any thing I could. With difficulty I read the most bizarre handwriting possible. After reading two pages marked by two consecutive dates, I first time imagined that I had be better off reading biology and about Dead man’s finger. The pages contended the following ( I am editing the thing a bit to make the writing legible)-
Friday, 19 October, 2012 7:30PM
I am in big trouble. Today the results came out and I have failed in everything except Hindi. Oh God! Papa would want to know my results when he returns home anytime now. I am gonna get a fair beating today.
When I had completed my exams I felt so light hearted. The exams had gone fairly well for me but it seems that I had written nothing but rubbish. Oh no! Here the bell goes. Dad has arrived. Wish me luck!
(t2 says: If that exams were fairly well for her, what happens if they go bad? I once had recommended khanacademy website for her to use. Looks like she didn’t listen)
Saturday, 20 October, 2012 10AM
Tell me why? Why these things only happen to me? Why do I always have to fail? My cousins all have scholarships and they are gonna go off to all the big colleges. And I am gonna sit here and get thrashing. U know, I have eaten nothing since breakfast at 7AM. My stomach hungers for something. Mamma says I only eat and do no work to use up the energy. Tell me- What does eating have to do with work and energy? There is a chapter in our book-‘Work, Power and Energy’ but no ‘Food, Power Energy’ And which person can stay without food from 7AM to 10AM? 2 long hours. ( t2 says: Poor girl. Can not even subtract.)
U know, I even cried for 2hrs last night. Around 10 o’clock when I was still crying t2 called (t2’s reaction: What?) on my new mobile which I had got from the 2nd hand market. I picked up the call. She heard me crying and asked me what happened. I told her everything. She was so compassionate, so unusual for her. ( t2’s reaction: And I thought she couldn’t crack a joke!) She told me she had help me to get on. She did give me the reference to a good student helper website once. I had lost the adress link unfortunately at that time. She told me to meet her at Alina Park today at five. I hope I can put her help to good use.
The police men said that she did leave for the park but never retued. How could I help them? Forget that day, I probably have never called Orgia my whole life. It might have been a figment of her imagination. I told them to check my call register ,which had an unusually long memory, positive that they won’t find anything. They did. At the precise time at which is mentioned in the ghostly diary, a call had been made from my mobile to Orgia’s. Whoever had done that, it was not me. Everyone coaxed me to tell the truth but what for? I was telling the truth.
The next question came,” Where were you on Sunday?”
” Rituparna’s” A call was made to her house and they found out I was not there which I knew that they would found out sooner or later. Where I had gone I told them reluctantly but which was the truth and was confirmed. Where I had gone is a secret I can not mention here but it was nowhere near where lay the suspicion.
They asked me a hundred question a hundred times to which I answered a hundred times with the truth. But the torture is not yet over. My parents coax me, scold me and now even have almost boycotted me. As I told you they are actually making me mad by saying that I am mad.
I am being punished for stating the truth.But I maintain the truth(except which I can see no other way out) My mother once retorted to my answers,”Yes, as if a ghost had crouched into ur room while u were sleeping and called ur cousin.” What if……