Day 2 - "Ramu"

So my 2nd day of writing and i am already stuck...Nothing comes to mind. I suppose in keeping with the spirit of the blog, i am putting pressure on myself to have something interesting to say in a humorous sort of way.

So i shall try and write a little story...And try and keep it simple. And annotate my story as i go along (like the director's cut in the DVD).

His name was Ramu. (Why ramu? Because ramu is a simple name. Conjures up images of a simple little boy, probably some sort of helper in a house or perhaps he is a 8 year old boy who lives in a village, and plays with his friends by the river everyday, goes to a local government school where he is made to learn lessons by rote...

He was having a bad day. (Why was it not a good day? Perhaps his father had boxed his ears in the morning because his teacher had complained about his playing truant in front of his cousins)

But he was optimistic that tomorrow would be a better day (Perhaps it was the weekend coming up. He did not have to go to school. And he would get to play with priya, his first crush).

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Ramu got into his fire red Ferrari, threw it into gear, and screeched into traffic, causing a couple of cars to visibly swerve out of the way. What a nightmarish day...The stock market had gone into a tailspin for no apparent reason. His boss had given him a dressing down for taking the positions he had in front of his peers. He had warned him not to expect any bonuses if he continued down this current path. To top it all, his wife had left him a voicemail demanding an explanation about a jewelery bill she had found tucked away in the pocket of his suit.

He slowly calmed down as he weaved his way through traffic, his car's speedometer eventually reflecting his mood.

Monday would be a better day. Yes. The stockmarket had to recover. He would get his bonus. That way he could continue paying for the apartment where he had his mistress. He would come up with a story to explain the bill. Perhaps buy another necklace and give it to his wife. Ofcourse that would mean another expense to add to his growing debt, but it could be done.....

He smiled sardonically. "Ramu". It was ironical. The only thing simple in his life at the moment was his name.

He heard a siren behind him. He looked into the rearview mirror and saw the flashing lights of the traffic cop behind him...