Wednesday, November 22, 2017

* ~ Laughter Is The Best Medicine *~

The shrill clamor of the phone forced Aayush up. Fumbling with the touchscreen in his sleep, he tried to answer the call. By the time his fingers coherently swiped across the screen, the other person had hung up. Aayush forced himself awake and saw the time on his cell phone display – 10: 50 AM.
Taking a gulp of water from his bottle on the dressing table, which incidentally, also had his now empty whisky bottles from last night, Aayush hoped for the blasting hangover to recede. “Or maybe it just doesn’t matter anymore,” Aayush muttered under his breath.
Absent mindedly, he opened the Facebook app on his phone. The first thing that came up was a post from four years ago, where his wife Richa had uploaded a photo of the both of them together holding the trophy he had just won.
“Stand Up Comic of the Year” the trophy read. A sad smile worked its way onto his face. Richa and he had been so happy in their marriage – a true match made in heaven. She had been incredibly supportive of him when he gave up a cushy white collar job and ventured into the world of open mics and stand-up comedy ten years ago. The fact that she was a successful lawyer helped.
Within a few years, he had become a familiar face and one of the most loved stand up artists in the country. Shows at corporate conferences, college fests and offsites followed. It seemed almost unreal to Aayush how lucky he had been. And there was no better feeling than the nervous tingles he felt each time before performing followed by the euphoria of hearing the audience’s thunderous applause. It was a high he couldn’t get enough of.

However, a year ago, all that changed when he lost Richa in a car accident. Aayush heard of it when he was out of town for a show. Richa was attending to one of her matters in Pune. They say that there was nothing Richa could have done. The car in front of her spun out of control due to a tyre burst and took her car out as well. She died instantly.
From that day on, Aayush could never bring himself to perform again. The ready laughter inside of him had dried up and he couldn’t bring himself to take to the stage. He had taken to drinking heavily on almost a nightly basis. He had stopped returning calls for shows. Nothing seemed to interest him.

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He was just about to toss the phone away when it rang again. It was Juhi, one of his wife’s closest friends. He remembered it was her who had called earlier as well.
Just then his twelve-year-old son Kartik also walked in. He sat at a distance from his father, wanting to avoid any outburst of anger from Aayush. His own son now sat away from his father, a renowned comedian, for fear of a scolding. The irony of the situation was not lost on Aayush.

On the call, Juhi was droning on. She had been calling him time & again for doing shows at corporate events. He had always rebuffed her well meaning efforts and had told her he wasn’t ready.
He was going to use the excuse that he wasn’t going to be in town this time , “11th December you say? Well doing a show at the Marriott does seem amazing but unfortunately…”

Aayush stopped in mid sentence when he saw the expressions change on his son’s face. Kartik went from being hopeful to pleading to disgruntled and then to a state of resignation in the space of one sentence. Aayush knew Kartik would never say anything but it pained him to see his father waste away.
Aayush was on the path of snuffing out the flame of his talent and let down the only family he had left. Some serious course correction was needed. “Actually, you know what.. That’s perfect.. I’ll get working on my set immediately,” Aayush said.

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His hands were sweaty and shaky as he combed through his cue cards a few minutes before his entry. The nervous tingles were back – he felt more alive now than he had at any point in the past year. He felt a sense of purpose and hadn’t had anything to drink since that day. Truly, making others laugh was the best medicine for him. After a hilarious performance which had the audience in splits, father & son hugged it on stage. The alcohol didn’t flow then – only the applause from the audience did.