The lift


Tuesdays are a killer. Sometimes. Not always, not like Mondays which are uniformly, predictably misfortunate. Tuesdays have that way of lurking in the corners and you don’t know till you’ve passed them whether you’ll survive them or they’ll just leer and let you pass. Just when you think that having survived Monday, the week will be better….wait till you get a whiff of Tuesday

She wasn’t thinking of it. At 8:20 a.m., running late for the bus and downing a slice of toast in lieu of breakfast, no one thinks. The blur of a weekday morning came and passed. She stopped to catch her breath as she jumped into the lift, the ancient metal bars clanging behind her. She turned to survey herself in the mirror during the descent.

Except the lift was going upwards.

The teensiest groan escaped her. Must be the kid upstairs. Stoically she continued her scrutiny of her face, trying not to think of the missed bus. Finally she turned around. Why is it taking so long?

Because the lift has stopped at the floor….the silence whispered back at her.

Silence….yes. This lift was never silent. Between creaking rhematically up and down the building and yowling in a ear-shattering electronic rendition of some song whose original had been erased from everyone’s memory…between all these…oh but there was no in between. Like the steady pound of the heartbeat, this building proclaimed that it was alive through its noisy lift.

So why wasn’t the music playing?

Because there is no one there to get in….Silence muttered maliciously. Now the non-noise was taking on a personality of itself.

Who encounters silence in a busy metro? Or darkness? All shadows, beyond the metal bars and the halo of the lift light. Just clear enough to see that the landing was empty. There was no one there to call the lift.

She had only heard of the phrase “paralysed with fear”.

That’s not happening to me….dammit, I’m not getting spooked by a lift.

Turning to the panel, she gave it a smart jab.

Nothing.

She was all alone, suspended in thin air…standing just outside the deserted top floor inside a lift that no one had summoned.

Now what? Someone leered and she didn’t even wonder anymore about how she could hear that noiseless someone.

Onetwo….threefour…..five…..six…..

When fear is creeping up on you, start to count its footsteps. Or someone does.

Suddenly the lift whooshed down.

On the ground floor, the sun was shining. And the milkman gaping like he had never seen her before (like he did everyday). From the corner of her eye she could see the bus turn its corner.

She would get on it. And buy a ticket. And ride it to her destination. And mingle with the hundreds in a crowded city. And run through the day, laughing, frowning, joking, eating, sleeping. And all the while, wonder.

That night, she took out her notebook. On the top of the page, she began,

“Tuesdays are a killer. Sometimes.”

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12 thoughts on “The lift

  1. iyer education January 12, 2006 at 10:13 Reply

    so you have ghost lifts in your building? i think the milkman was the evil spirit that feared you… you should have opened his milk can and you would have seen blood there… with eyeballs floating here and there… tuesdays definitely must be a killer 😉

    thank god i stay on the ground floor…

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  2. Arz000n January 12, 2006 at 15:40 Reply

    Tuesdays are killer for me most of the times…but I plan ma day smartly.. I make ma weeekend plans on tuesday itself… 🙂

    Now its Friday the 13th tomorw…lemme see how to freak out people in office tomorw…hmmmm

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  3. Coffee,Boredom and me January 12, 2006 at 17:08 Reply

    Tuesdays are always better than Mondays:-))
    A nice post

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  4. fullmoononearth January 12, 2006 at 18:39 Reply

    Nice one. I find Monday thru Thursday the same. Fridays are good coz all thru the day I keep thinking of the weekend.

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  5. Aradhita January 12, 2006 at 21:10 Reply

    Damn Neat!

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  6. Bird January 13, 2006 at 13:50 Reply

    Nice story…shabbash

    BTW this lift thing used to happen to me every day till i realised I was pressing the wrong button…since then i’ve been able to go to the ground floor everytime i want to…no more going to the ground floor via the top floor now.

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  7. Manish Chauhan January 14, 2006 at 18:02 Reply

    Waiting for rescue in a lift and rescued by doodhwala ……
    hm…

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  8. Australopithecus January 15, 2006 at 23:42 Reply

    Tuesdays are a killer..yup..so are mondays, wednesdays, thursdays fridays and saturdays:D

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  9. Arunima January 16, 2006 at 12:10 Reply

    I don’t know about tuesdays being killers but the idea behind the post was amazing. I can only say something,”plesae never stop blogging”

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  10. IdeaSmith January 17, 2006 at 14:13 Reply

    The good thing about Tuesday is that its a day closer to the weekend than Monday.

    Thank you people, this was a humble attempt at writing fiction.

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  11. Prometheus January 24, 2006 at 12:47 Reply

    electrifying suspense…
    gosh! cant even imagine myself trapped in a lift… esp. a ghost lift…

    (err..maybe i am a little claustrophobic…)

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  12. Tuesday trauma « Office Capers December 12, 2006 at 10:55 Reply

    […] The thing with calling in sick on Monday is Tuesday when you finally start the week, (and already a killer) feels like Monday only with a backlog of work and everyone glaring at you because they think you had a super-hangover from the weekend. […]

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