“6E 628 NOW BOARDING”
Finally, thought Bani as she sprang up from her seat. “Indigo passengers to Bangalore please proceed to boarding” came the announcement. Bani was frustrated with the wait, and for good reason. Her flight had been delayed by half an hour three times already. She had been at the gate for over three hours now. She was hungry and consequently grumpy and to top it, her phone was running low on battery. She thought she had her Kindle for company but she had discovered an hour ago that she had left it at home in her hurry to catch her flight. Her unnecessarily active social media life had suddenly left her phone dying. She was now looking at an hour and a half of boredom on the flight. She stomped up to the already lengthy queue. As soon as she boarded the flight, she threw her backpack into the luggage cabinet and plonked into her seat – 16B. The middle. Great! Nothing else could possibly go wrong!
There was already someone seated on 16A – an elderly gentleman, perhaps in his late fifties. His salt and pepper hair was well groomed. He was neatly shaved and wore horn-rimmed glasses. He smelled like a fresh breath of the ocean. His sharp jaw-line and attentive eyes added to his persona. In essence, he was well dressed. Too well dressed to belong to this era, thought Bani. Her distressed jeans (boyfriend fit) and checkered shirt were quite a contrast to his neatly pressed trousers and suit jacket. She dropped her gaze to the hard-cover lying on his lap. It was a thick, black, very interesting looking book, but it was turned upside down. She was trying to read the spine when she realized that he had caught her in the act. She looked up at him and gave a curt smile before turning away. “Read books, do we?” he asked. Bani almost gasped aloud. His low, husky voice sounded as sexy as it felt comforting. Did they stop making men like this in the 20-something category, she wondered. “Ahan…” she managed to nod, trying to hide her burning cheeks. She turned away trying to seem like she wasn’t interested. Besides, she thought, why would a man such as him want to entertain a brat like her. But he persisted. “What kind of books do you read?” he asked. “Ummm… anything interesting really. Atleast a 3.7 on Goodreads” she replied.
“Any particular genre?”
“Anything that isn’t horror or romance.”
“Interesting. Those are diverse. More or less two extremes of a scale, if there was one”
“I’d put them on the same end, left to me” she said sheepishly. He laughed heartily before continuing. “Do you like thrillers?” he asked. “Yes and no. I like well written thrillers. I don’t like it when I can guess the plot” she answered. “I’d say haughty, but that’d probably be prejudice. What do you intend to do for the rest of flight, young lady? Have anything in mind?” he asked. Bani didn’t want to seem jobless and ended up mumbling something indistinct. The gentleman, possibly having guessed her state nevertheless, said “How about we play a game?”. “Depends… What game?” asked Bani. “I give you a situation, you guess the plot. You get to ask questions – mind you, only polar questions. If you can guess the plot by the time we land, I’ll gift you a book. What say?” he said.
“Wait… Polar questions?” she asked, quizzed.
“Polar questions” he nodded. “Questions that can only have a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’ as an answer.”
“Oh! Like twenty questions?”
“Pardon?”
“Never mind! And what if I cannot guess the plot?” she asked. He shrugged, in answer, mischief dancing in his eyes. “I guess you’ll never know!” he said brightly. “Okay, I’m in. As long as I have nothing to lose” she said. Then “other than a few nights of sleep” she muttered under her breath.
“Okkkayyy…” he said rubbing his hands together, as if he was sitting down to dig into a sumptuous meal. “Here it goes then – A man meets a friend of his after a long time. They go into a restaurant and order their meal of the day. It happens to be albatross. The man then goes back home, takes out his revolver and shoots himself. Why?”
“Okay…. That’s very less information!” exclaimed Bani. “Well, that’s the point of the exercise isn’t it? You have an hour and a half, get working young lady!” he said. “Alright…!” she said, settling down comfortably in the meagre space. She knew this was going to take some time. But then again, what else is more pressing anyway, she thought. Bani considered the scenario for a minute. His story was very succinct and yet he had mentioned one detail very specifically – albatross meat. So the death must have something to do with albatross meat, she decided.
“Was that the first time our man ate albatross meat?” she asked.
“Good start. No!” he said.
“Did he kill himself because of something the friend said to him?”
“No.”
“Did he kill himself out of guilt?”
“Yes.” He smiled at this.
“Did the guilt have anything to do with a dear one?”
“Yes.”
“His wife? Kids? The friend that he met?”
“Polar questions only, remember?”
“Okay… Did it have anything to do with his wife?”
“Not really, no.”
“His kids?”
He titled his head, brows furrowed.
“Okay, a specific kid. His daughter?”
“No.”
“His son then. Is his son alive?”
“You’re fast! No.”
“Was his son killed by an albatross?”
“No.”
“Did his son have an albatross as a pet?”
“No.”
“Did his son’s death have anything to do with an albatross?”
“No.”
“Damn!” Bani exclaimed. For a moment there she had thought that this was going to be simple. She realized she would have to think different if she wanted to solve this. She took a step back and thought for a moment and then cautiously – “Did his son have anything to do with an albatross?”
“Now you ask the right question! No.” he replied.
Now that’s intriguing, thought Bani. She had to stop here and assess what she knew so far. The man had killed himself because of a guilt that had something to do with his son and it appeared that the guilt was triggered by the albatross meat. But she had to confirm that premise. So, she decided to resolve the mystery of the albatross meat first. “Was it the second time our man ate the albatross meat?” she asked, not fully sure if that would help in any way.
“Very smart! Yes!” the gentleman replied.
“Ha! The first time he ate it, was it with his son?” she snapped.
“Uhmm…. No.”
“With his friend then?”
“Yes.”
“Oh finally! Some connection. Was his son alive when he first ate the albatross meat?”
“No.”
“Fuck! I’m lost again!” Okay, let’s get back to the son then, she thought. Question the premise Bani, she said to herself. “Does the man have anything to do with his son’s death?”
“No.”
“Is his guilt because of his son’s death?”
“No… No.”
He hesitated there… Maybe his guilt has something to do with his son’s death. I should continue with this angle, thought Bani. “Had his son ever eaten albatross meat?”
“Frankly, not relevant.” he said and quickly turned away to look out of the window. Perhaps he thought he had said too much. The flight had taken off and they could see cottony clouds shaped like ice cream swirls floating next to them. Bani got back to the problem at hand. So, she thought, his son had nothing to do with an albatross, and yet the albatross meat had reminded him of his son and brought on a guilt so strong that he had to kill himself? She started wondering if this gentleman was playing with her, whether this really had a discernible explanation. No, she decided. He didn’t look that stupid. She felt lost, unable to think of relevant questions to ask. Albatross… Albatross… What did she know about albatrosses? Other than that they are large migratory birds, she knew nothing else about them. The only other thing that came to her mind was a song she had recently Shazam-ed at gym – “But fuck that little mouse, ‘Coz I’m an albatraoz” it went. What a desperate attempt to make it rhyme, she had thought at the time. She shook her head and decided she would try her luck with random questions. Maybe, just maybe one of it might hit bull’s eye.
“Was the man’s wife alive?” she asked.
“No.”
“Did she die at child birth?”
“No.”
“Did she die with her son?”
“About the same time, yes.”
“Damn. Interesting! But how does all this fit together?” Bani wondered aloud. She tried connecting the dots but found herself desperately flailing. She thought about it intensely for a minute or two. At first she hit only dead ends and then started drawing a magnanimous blank. “No… I’m clueless. Are you sure this really has an explanation?” she asked.
“It does! And when you realize it, I promise you, you’ll hit yourself on the head” he said with a wicked smile.
“Okay… Can I get a clue? A teensy one?”
“Oh come on… You’ve done well so far. Keep thinking!”
Bani looked at him dejectedly, almost ashamed of herself. The look on her face was so genuinely dispirited that he quickly said, “Okay then, let me give you some direction…. Try to guess our man’s profession”.
“Hmm…” said Bani, “let’s see… Was he a professional?”
“Yes.”
“A Doctor?”
“No.”
“A lawyer? Engineer? Teacher? Writer?”
“Nope, nope and nope”
“Anything to do with people?”
“Not directly.”
“Anything to do with the written word?”
“Naah.”
“Mechanic? Driver?”
“One of them… Kinda.”
“Driver?”
“Yes. Like I said, kinda.”
“Pilot?”
“No.”
“Sailor?”
“Bingo!”
“Whoo!! Now what’s that gotta do with his son’s death? Was he in a ship wreck with his son?”
“Whoa! Now I regret giving you that clue. Yes!”
Bani broke into a smile, a wide smile. But it was only a small victory. She still couldn’t place all the pieces together. A sailor, his son, a shipwreck, an albatross…. The albatross, the sailor… That brought back a distant memory. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner…
‘God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends, that plague thee thus!—
Why look’st thou so?’—With my cross-bow
I shot the ALBATROSS.
It was a poem that she had learnt back in school. She was always a little geeky, Bani. She obsessed over poems and literature. She knew most poems in her text books by heart and she could recite entire Shakespearean plays – Julius Caesar because that was her text book, and The Merchant of Venice because she had taken the pleasure to read it out of sheer curiosity. It still bothered her how she was bullied for being the bespectacled little girl who could repeat from memory entire plays. She wasn’t bespectacled anymore, but she was still the same excited girl gaga for poems. She found their affluent brevity captivating.
She snapped back to the present. An albatross and a sailor… That was eerily like the poem. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner was a poem about a sailor who has returned from a long sea voyage during which he shoots an albatross. “Did our man shoot an albatross?” she asked.
“No.” he said flatly.
“The first time he ate albatross meat… Was it when he was in the ship wreck?” she then asked thoughtfully.
“Yeees….!” he said with a twinkle in his eye. Perhaps he thought Bani was close to the answer. But Bani was still very hopelessly clueless. That hadn’t helped much, knowing that the first time the man had eaten albatross meat was when he was shipwrecked.
“This is the captain speaking” crackled the speakers overhead, “we will begin descent into Bengaluru now. We at Indigo are happy to announce another on-time arrival. Thank you for choosing Indigo.”
“Already??” screamed Bani. No, no, no…. She was nowhere close to the answer yet! They could NOT be descending into Bangalore already! She now desperately wracked her brains for an answer. What could it be?! She tried to make connections in a frenzy and tried to think of the whole situation from any other angle. She clutched her hair, coaxing the gears of her brain to work faster. But all she accomplished was more bewilderment.
“Calm down” came the voice from beside her, “try to make progress on the story”.
“Okay” she took a deep breath and started. “Let’s write the story then. There was once a sailor. He went on a voyage with his son. And his friend that he met before he killed himself?”
“Yes. See? Progress.” He smiled, nodding.
Bani smiled too before continuing. “But unfortunately, the sea turned too rough and his ship wrecked.” Now both of them were nodding after each sentence – Bani looking for affirmation, and the gentleman giving her the affirmation where necessary, and goading her to continue.
“He lost his son in the ship wreck.”
He nodded.
What typically happens when a ship wrecks? she thought. Then, “Then they got stranded on a deserted island?” she asked, almost sticking her tongue out playfully.
“Very good… Yes.” he said.
“Wow, how typical! Okay… Was his son alive when they went on the island?”
“No.”
“Okay. So his son died at sea. Was there any one else with him on the island? Any other survivors?”
“Yes.”
“Oh! How stupid of me! His friend of course?”
“Yup.”
“Okay. So, him and his friend were stranded on the island. And he ate the albatross meat for the very first time there?”
“Yesss!”
“And then both of them were rescued?”
“Yes, obviously!”
“Ha! Then years later, he met his friend again, ate albatross meat with him, went home and killed himself?”
He laughed a hearty laugh, and then said “Yes.”
“How does that solve the mystery?” Bani asked, with a look of complete bafflement.
“Think, young lady. And check your premises.”
The passengers had begun debaording the plane already. Bani got up from her seat when she could no longer keep sitting. She picked her bag out of the cabinet overhead and stood in the aisle, ready to disembark. The gentleman stood behind her with his bag neatly sitting beside him. His book was still in his hand. She realized that she hadn’t even asked him his name. She would, she thought as soon as she found her answer. She was still confident that she would answer it before she would have to part ways with him.
She went through the story again in her head. One detail at a time. And then she found what she thought she had missed. “Was his son really dead? Did he see him die?” she asked.
“Yes. No.”
“Then how was he so sure that his son was dead? Did he see his dead body?”
“Yup. He did.”
“He saw the body floating in the sea?”
He shook his head.
“Then did the body get washed up to the island?”
“Yup.”
So what? thought Bani. How does that help the story? Check your premises, he had said. What other detail had she missed? “Was the island isolated? Were they the only two people on the island?” she asked finally, as she moved along the aisle slowly towards the exit gates.
“Yes. That’s an important detail” he said from behind her.
“Have I got all the details I need to solve it?” she asked desperately.
“Actually, yes. You have.” He said.
Am I this stupid, wondered Bani. She thought she was good at logic. She was slowly discovering that she was a goner at lateral thinking. I gotta work on this if I aspire to get an MBA seat, she noted.
“Let me say this… You are one of the few people who have got all the details. I’m surprised you don’t have the answer yet!” he said. That made her insides burn with embarrassment. Didn’t that mean even her logic was failing her? “You know what… This is good enough. You can have this book for all that work on the flight” he said, handing her the black hard cover. It was still turned upside down. The accolades the author had received for the book were staring back at her. “I don’t deserve it. I haven’t solved it!” she said sadly, trying to push it back towards him. “I like that you put enough effort!” he beamed pushing it back to her. The crowd was moving now. She took the book from him and started walking. ‘THE STOLEN CITY’ the title read, by Patrick Das. Bani had recently heard about Patrick Das. He was a historian turned writer. She had read his first book recently only because she was curious about how a historian would write fiction, and a thriller at that. She had loved his style and had decided to read his second book, this one, which was soon to come out. “Hey I didn’t know this was out!” she exclaimed.
“Well, I have my sources.” he smiled. “It’s a thriller. I hope the plot is not obvious!”
“No, I won’t accept it until I find the answer” she said and handed it back to him.
“Well, you’ll have neither the book nor the answer in a few minutes. Your call!” he shrugged. She snatched the book from him and whispered a thank you guiltily before walking on. They had disembarked the plane and were moving towards baggage claim now. She played the story in her mind again, slowly. Sailor… ship wreck… deserted island… the son’s body… albatross meat… wait… deserted island!!! “Shitt!!!” she exclaimed. Her eyes opened wide in horror. As gross as it seemed, she had to say it aloud.
“He was made to eat his son in the name of albatross meat?!” she spit out, spinning around.
But the gentleman was nowhere to be seen. He was lost in the crowd.
“DAMNN!!” she whispered. “Now how do I verify it?”. The crowd at the baggage belt was piling. She had to find an opening. “But this makes complete sense!”. She opened the book absently. There on the jacket was the gentleman with his salt and pepper hair, whose name she had forgotten to ask.