Talaash- The Aftermath

This is just an attempt by me to see what would become of Inspector Shekhawat. I liked 'Talaash' and feel that the audience must learn to appreciate different genres. Don't you go on dissing the movie when you are the reason movies like Rowdy Rathore, Singh is King, Bol Bachchan, Don 2 earn hundreds of crores. If you can enjoy such movies, you actually don't have a right to say a thing against Talaash.

It has been a month since I was given a two month vacation. At first, I enjoyed my time off. Roshni made sure that we could get back together, we could be 'us' again. As much as I appreciate whatever she is doing, somehow I feel nothing. No pangs of emotion whatsoever. I know that I'm not perfect. But nowadays who really is. I tried so hard to do the right thing and spend time with Roshni as if nothing had changed. Yet I couldn't. Nothing can be the same again. Not after what I witnessed. What I experienced. My beliefs are shattered. I can't differentiate between truth and lies, between good and bad and especially between living and dead. The episode with Simran is the turning point of my life.

I saw Karan last night. He just kept staring at me. Roshni thinks I'm going crazy and wants me to meet some parapsychologist Dr. Dalvi residing in Delhi.  Fenny recommended her that doctor and I'm done listening to that old hag. But just for the sake of Roshni, I'll be making a visit to Dr. Dalvi tomorrow.

We are sitting in the waiting room of Dr. Dalvi's clinic. The nurse comes out and calls a name. "Surjan Singh Shekhawat". I enter a big room with a  strange machine with wires connected to it at one end. I find Dr. Dalvi at the other end, going over a file.  

"Surjan, what can I do for you?" asked Dr. Dalvi. "Well, I have been experiencing some very weird things. I can hear people that aren't there and see things that aren't there" I replied. "I need to run some tests in order to find out what is wrong with you. So, follow me please." And I followed Dr Dalvi.

After countless tests, finally the doctor said "For your last test I am just going to check your Psychic Energy Count by taking an X-Ray of your brain." 

Once the tests are done, Dr. Dalvi calls Roshni and me to inform that I'm Clairvoyant and Empathetic. "Well, Empathetic means that you can feel other people's feelings, wants and desires that they don't want to feel and being Clairvoyant means that you are responsive to psychic forces and you can see objects and events that can't be perceived by the other senses." Dr. Dalvi concluded.

It has now been a year since I found out that I was Clairvoyant and Empathetic and I'm able to control my abilities. I've met many such ghosts who need to be helped so that they enter the Ghost Realm. I help them. I've lost my job as my ex-colleagues found me mentally stable and wouldn't work with me. I have no  regrets. I get to meet Karan regularly and feel good helping the helpless. Even though things aren't going well with Roshni, I'm content with my life the first time since Karan's death.

It has been four years since I was found Clairvoyant and Empathetic.  I am now forty seven years old. I can longer control my abilities. I've been hearing  people talk to me that aren't there, seeing things that aren't there and feeling emotions that aren't even mine. Sometimes I think I really am insane. I just want to spend time with my son. Roshni has divorced me and I couldn't care less. I can't keep helping all these strangers knowing that my son is yet to find his own peace. People say live in the future and forget the past. How can I when it keeps biting me in the ass.

Maybe the rest of  the hell can sleep easy in their beds but for me, the night is long and time holds its breath. There is no comfort in this darkness, the kind that lingers long after daybreak. I pray for a light at the end of the tunnel that won't be. I know there is a train ready to knock me down just as soon as I picked myself up. My prayers are just whispers in the wind. I've hit rock bottom.

A week later, Roshni recieved a letter from me.

Dear Roshni

If you're reading this, it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it, so good for me. You know me very well but recently I haven't given my best to know you. Actually I didn't even try. This is the hardest thing I've ever had to write. Harder than Arman Khan's death report. There's no easy way to say this so I'll just say it: I met someone. It was an accident, I wasn't looking for it, I wasn't on the make. It was a perfect storm. She said one thing and I said another and the next thing I knew my life was changed forever. There was no looking back now. Only after meeting Simran did I realize that I can help such lost souls. Maybe that had been my destiny all along. I tried Roshni. I tried a lot helping these lost souls. But the more I help, the sadder I feel. Every time, I keep hoping that it was our child whom I helped instead, that it was Karan whom I help set free from his miseries. It's a big bad world full of twists and turns and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment. The moment that could have changed everything. I don't know what's going on with us and I can't tell you why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me. But you have a right to know what is to become of me. By this time, I would have already gone in search for Karan's body. Finally, the time has come for me to find my peace.

Unfaithfully yours,

Suri

It took the authorities days to come to the conclusion that my body is lost forever in the depths of the ocean. Till this day, Karan and I roam around the ocean border  with a  peace of mind.