Is There Anybody Out There? | Sachin Sharma

Sometimes distance is more than miles.


 Is There Anybody Out There?

Sachin Sharma

The Casual Act Quaint Award


How do you choose your friends?

I choose them based on their weaknesses. Their faults make me feel better about myself.

Take Nick for example. Nick loves to hate himself. I think I can help him. Your friends ‘need’ to need you sometimes, as they say – A friend in need…and all that.

That day Nick pinged me

Can we chat 4 a bit?

Of course, I replied.

He started to fall apart, describing how he hated every single person in his school. Everyone, who seemed like a friend once, was now making fun of him. Nick thought his looks were to be blamed.

With these pimples around my chin and cheeks, they call me ‘A Komodo’s pussy’…

n this is whn they r being nice 2 me.. I feel meh.

If I die right now, no one would miss me…

Will you come for my funeral Roger?

My name is Roger. I am 43, and a school teacher. I have dealt with kids and their issues all my life. I am also an amateur child psychologist and have taken a few online courses like – ‘Everyday Parenting: The ABCs of Child Rearing’. Oh! I am also a single parent. My son, Richard is 14. He is a drummer in his school band. We are a small family of 2.

Coming back to Nick. We met on Quora where I address questions related to career anxiety. Nick added me on Facebook later and we became friends.

We chat almost daily. We’ve never met.

You should talk to your dad, I suggested the obvious. Sometime all they need is a hug, a shoulder.

Dad is in his room and gets disturbed by these things.

An array of weird emojis and expletives for his dad followed.

I checked the other tab where I had keyed in “Drum Kit Offers”.

Few clicks later I came back.

How is your son? And what did the doctor say about his insomnia? Nick had asked

He will be fine. I gave him the sleeping pills. The doc said we should discuss music so I am buying him a drum kit this Christmas. I typed in and was about to hit ‘send’ when it hit me. I had left the entire bottle of sleeping pills in Richard’s room. Now a bolt of a thought numbed my head – ‘What if’

I ran upstairs, thinking when was the last time I saw him out of his room.

I found the door ajar.

He was snoring.

Sometimes the most mundane scene can be cherished. ‘Richard sleeping with a tab on his chest’- was one such moment.

I picked the tab and accidentally read his chat with some ‘David’.

Richard: “I can’t even tell him that I am an extra in the band. I am an extra in life. An afterthought! You know what it feels like David?”

David: “Trust me Richard, I know how it feels like. Hugs and kisses (emojis).”

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On the other side of the world, getting no answer from Roger, Nick picked up his phone to check updates.

“Dinner?!!!”, David had Whatsapped Nick.

“Go ahead dad, I hv a project to finish” replied Nick and turned to his laptop.

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