novel that i never finished.

guys..here is the prologue of a short novel that i once started writing but never finished. i wrote something like 2 or 3 chapters. Anyways, here it is. hope u’l enjoy it….

Who says rock is noise? After a whole week of courtroom drama coverage, on the channel. Finally the case has ended and channel is looking forward to another hot story to make shows and burn TRP. So, i can enjoy some free time indulging myself in those rogue lyrics of AC DC.
i parked my car by the road side, without even worrying for traffic police. not even police cares in CP after 10’o clock in night. i took a beer out of my car, uncapped it and dropped the cap there only. i wasn’t enjoying the beer or the song playing on my ipod, hell i didn’t even look back to those two foreigner chicks who just passed by. All that was going through my mind was about that boy, the boy who today was declared free of all charges, by the court. Innocent, but dead. He was only19.
As i continued with my beer, i raised to a toast. A toast to friendship. All of his friends stood by him in the court, testified to prove his innocence. And my respect for police increased a bit, for that honest policemen who made efforts and saved that boy and his family from ill repute. I finished my report today by interviewing his friends..and rushed for a beer, but one thing kept on hitting me again and again – 19 is not an age to die.
anyways i shook my head, finished the remaining beer in one go, hit the the volume max and started walking to my car. as i was walking i didn’t realise that i was singing the song out loud. When i saw someone sitting on the bench ahead waving, i checked behind to make sure he was waving to me..yup, he was waving to me. i went up to him.
i said “ yeah, how may i help you.”
-the song you were listening to,it was Highway To Hell. right?
-yes, why do u ask?
-can i listen to it, please?
someone at 10:30 in cp, asks you to let him listen to a particular song from your player. Thats odd..very unusual.
he was an young boy, decent. Looking very sad. i gessed it was breakup or poor results so i let him, while i browsed through few emails on my phone.
after a while he handed me the ipod back and said – thanks, it was long since i heard any classic rock. that struck, what’s his problem, why is he so sad. so i thought i may engage him in talk.
hi i m nitin, probably u know me from live-24 X 7.
he replied- hi, i am ankit. And yeah, i know u…i am a big fan
he was speaking with great zeal .
- infact i am also doing…
he stopped, suddenly all the passion in his eyes was gone. he stood up started walking away..i put my hand on his back
- hey what happened?
and when he turned back, i saw his face for the first time in light. and i was struck with unknown fear, not that horror movie fear. it was indescribable.
i knew who he was, i knew this boy. he was ankit, accused for a murder and then was shot dead in public. he was the boy on whom i was making news reports for about a week.
And i was sitting with him on a bench in cp.
i was in a total shock – dude, you are dead? woh woh..man which brand was that, i am high in a beer only. I need to call a cab, no driving tonight.
-wait man, wait. i am real. real but dead, you are not hallucinating. u dont need to be afraid i haven’t learned those ghost tricks yet.
i was motionless, should i laugh on his joke. What if he takes my laugh in wrong sense, and what if he  gets angry if i dont respond to his jokes. what the fuck !! does ghosts crack joke? shut up nitin its not a ‘curious case of nitin bhatt’ but ‘the fucking case of mr. ghost sitting right in front of you.