परी और जादुई फूल
कड़ाके की ठंड है।नैनीताल की ठंडी सड़क पर धीरे-धीरे चल रहा हूँ।सड़क के किनारे बर्फ अभी भी जमी है। इस सड़क पर बहुत बार अकेले और कुछ बार साथियों के साथ आना-जाना हुआ था।इस पर बोलता हूँ ,"वो भी क्या दिन थे?" रात का समय है। लगभग ग्यारह बजे हैं। यह कहानी वैसी नहीं है जैसे बड़े भाई साहब रूसी लेखक टाँलस्टाय की एक कहानी बचपन में सुनाते थे। सौतेली लड़की और उसकी सौतेली माँ की।कैसे 12 महिने एक-एक कर बदल जाते हैं उस लड़की की सहायता के लिये।अब हल्की सी उस कहानी की याद है।उस सफेद रात में आगे मोड़ पर एक परी खड़ी है।धीरे-धीरे उसके पास पहुँचता हूँ। वह मेरे बाँये हाथ को छूती है और उसके छूते ही मेरे सफेद बाल काले हो जाते हैं। और मैं बोल उठता हूँ ," ओह, वे भी क्या दिन थे, जब सब बाल काले हुआ करते थे?" देखते ही देखते चारों ओर एक मायावी दृश्य बन गया है।झील में अनगिनत परियां उतर गयी हैं।कुछ नहा रही हैं।और कुछ नावों में बैठी हैं।एक परी उदास किनारे पर बैठी है क्योंकि उसे एक दिन बाद मनुष्य बन जाना है।उसकी सब चमत्कारी शक्तियां समाप्त हो जानी हैं।उसके आँसुओं से झील भरते जा रही है।झील में झांकता हूँ तो देखता हूँ कि बड़ी मछली छोटी मछली के पीछे दौड़ रही है।सामने मालरोड पर लोग रुपयों के लिये लड़ रहे हैं। इतने में परी मेरा दायां हाथ छूती है, और मेरे सारे बाल फिर सफेद हो जाते हैं।चढ़ाई चढ़ता महाविद्यालय के पुस्तकालय में जाता हूँ। पुस्तकालय में बहुत कम विद्यार्थी हैं। मैं वहाँ अपनी पुस्तकें खोजता हूँ। जैसे ही बैठता हूँ एक किताब वह अनाम परी सामने रख देती है।वह कहाँ से आयी कुछ पता नहीं चला।परी को छूना चाहता हूँ, लेकिन वह तभी गायब हो जाती है। मैं किताब पलटकर पढ़ता हूँ-
"उसने झुझलाहट में कहा-
तुम रद्दी खरीदते हो
रद्दी पढ़ते हो
रद्दी सुनते हो,
तभी रद्दी लेने वाला वहाँ आया
उसने सब शब्दों को तराजू पर रखा
उठे पलड़े पर कुछ और शब्द डाले
वजन जब बराबर हो गया
शब्दों को बोरे में समेट दिया।
कुछ क्षण मुझे
सारा आकाश नहीं सुहाया,
धरती भी नहीं सुहायी,
दूसरे ही क्षण
मैं उनको महसूस करने लगा
सौन्दर्य अन्दर आ,बुदबुदाने लगा
अनुभूतियां छलक, अटकने लगीं।,
फिर एक रद्दी कागज पर लिखने लगा,
अक्षर और नये अक्षर।"
इतना पढ़ने के बाद इधर-उधर नजर दौड़ायी, कोई परिचित नजर नहीं आया।शान्त बैठा रहा।कुछ देर बाद मैंने सामने शीशे में देखा और मन ही मन कहा," सफेद बालों का भी अपना महत्व होता है।और उम्र के साथ यादें गुम होने लगती हैं!" पुस्तकालय से बाहर निकलता हूँ। सामने एक बुढ़िया दिखती है। उसके पास जाता हूँ। वह मुझे गले लगाती है और मैं और बूढ़ा हो जाता हूँ। वह कहती है उसने सतयुग में राजा हरिश्चंद्र को देखा है। वह आगे बताती है-
राजा हरिश्चन्द्र इतिहास के चमकते सितारे हैं।ऋषि विश्वामित्र ने उनकी परीक्षा लेने के लिये उनका राजपाट छीन लिया था। राजपाट भी उन्होंने सपने में विश्वामित्र को दिया था। विश्वामित्र सपने में आते हैं, राज्य माँगते हैं। दूसरे दिन पहुँच जाते हैं दरबार में। बोलते हैं," राजन, आप अपना राज्य दे दीजिये।" हरिश्चन्द्र बोले,"आपको तो राज्य दे चुका हूँ, सपने में।" कैसे राजा थे तब ! राज्य चले जाने के बाद, दक्षिणा के लिये उन्होंने पूरे परिवार को बेचना पड़ा।उन्होंने श्मशान पर काम किया, जीविका के लिये।पत्नी तारा को किसी घर में।वे श्मशान पर दाह संस्कार का कर उसूलते थे। पुत्र रोहताश की साँप के काटने से मृत्यु हो जाती है तो उसके शव को लेकर वह उसी श्मशान में जाती है जहाँ हरिश्चन्द्र कर वसूलते हैं।वे तारा से श्मशान का कर देने को कहते हैं लेकिन उसके पास देने को कुछ भी नहीं होता है, अत: वह अपनी धोती फाड़ने लगती है, कर के रूप में देने के लिये। तभी आकाशवाणी होती है और विश्वामित्र भी प्रकट हो जाते हैं।विष्णु भगवान रोहताश को जीवित कर देते हैं और विश्वामित्र हरिश्चंद्र को राजपाट लौटा देते हैं।
आगे त्रेतायुग में राम को वन में देखा है।
द्वापर में कृष्ण को देखा है। कलियुग में आते आते बूढ़ी हो गयी हूँ। मैंने कहा,”तुम मेनका या उर्वशी की तरह तो नहीं हो?” वह चुप रही।
उसके हाथ में एक फूल था। उसने उस फूल को मुझे थमाया और बोली," इस फूल को तुम जिसे दोगे वह बुढ़ापे से मुक्त हो जायेगा।" मैंने फूल पकड़ा और सोचने लगा किसे इस फूल को दूँ। सोचते-सोचते में मल्लीताल पहुंच गया। मेरे मन में संशय जगा। सनेमाहाँल के पास एक बूढ़ा बैठा था। मैंने फूल की चमत्कारी शक्ति देखनी चाही और उसे वह फूल देने लगा। लेकिन उसने वह फूल लेने से मना कर दिया। उसने कहा उसे भूख लगी है यदि देना ही है तो दस रुपये दे दीजिए, कुछ खा पी लूंगा।फूल से क्या करूंगा? कंसल बुक डिपो में एक बुढ़िया दिख रही थी। वह किताब खरीद रही थी। मैंने उसे फूल दिया और उसने वह जादुई फूल पकड़ लिया और वह जवान हो गयी। सभी लोग यह चमत्कार देखकर चकित हो रहे थे। किसी को अपनी आँखों पर विश्वास नहीं हो रहा था। वह बी. एसी. में हमारे साथ पढ़ने वाली लड़की थी। मैंने झट से फूल को अपने हाथ में लिया और तेजी से दुकान से बाहर निकल गया। मैं चौराहे पर रूका और वहाँ पर खड़े होकर रिक्शे वालों को देखने लगा। कुछ बूढ़े रिक्शेवाले भी थे। मैं बूढ़े रिक्शे वाले को अपने पास बुलाता और उसे फूल पकड़ता। वह झट से जवान हो जाता। जब दस बूढ़े रिक्शे वाले जवान हो चुके थे तो वह बूढ़ी परी मेरे पास आयी और फूल को वापिस मांगने लगी। बोली," इस फूल की चमत्कारिक शक्ति समाप्त हो चुकी है। मैं भविष्य में फिर तुम्हें दूसरा जादुई फूल दूंगी।" मैं उदास हो गया और बेमन से फूल उसे लौटा दिया। वह फूल को लेकर झील की ओर चली गयी।मैं बैठा-बैठा जवान हुए रिक्शे वालों को देख, खुश हो रहा था।
The digital clock at the library ticked its way to show 3 p.m. Every Wednesday, that hour, the end period for the day, turned to be the leisure hour. For girls like Anithra, that hour would always be the time at the libary. To everyone's surprise, Anithra who usually spent her time in the library during that weekly leisure period was among them. Twelve of her classmates in a hot gossip didn't see her coming and sitting in the middle of their circle that left some space for her. A pause in the gossip made Suganthi find her there.
"Chuck her out" Suganthi snarled.
"Why do you want to spend your precious time with some cheap brains?"
"What made you choose our company today?"
"Too many questions." Anithra chuckled with glee. Sometimes it is always happy to be in company of your friends apart from books also.
"No new books to read." Anithra smiled at them.
"Oh..." Everyone frowned at her.
"Hmm...Is there anything special to share with us?" Suganthi asked her with a smile.
"Ok, where are the annual day photos? When will we get them?" Usha asked her.
"Probably, today evening?" Anithra replied.
Just at that moment, a young man wheeled on cycle entered the college campus and stopped near them. Those are the days when bicycles were used prominently, and use of scooters, bikes, and cars were restricted to people who could afford paying petrol for their vehicles.
"Your photos" he mumbled with a smile. He was feeling quite nervous to be there inside a women's college.
"Please wait in the reception," not waiting even for a second he wheeled fast to the building where the reception was located.
The twelve devils broke into a loud laughter and continued with sharp giggles that rocked the space for the next five minutes.
Even though, Anithra knew they were all making fun of her, she didn't tell anything.
"Let me go and get the photos" Anithra with an embarrassed smile walked away from them.
"Look at the way he wheeled in. It resembled a scene from a romance." Felicia added. Anithra could hear their giggles though she knew what would be their conversation.
"Ya. Funny. Let her come back with the photos." Anithra's friends always found her to be the exact person whom they can tease and tease to the core. She will not react harsh and she always accepted their teasers with a smile and a nod. Now one more chance for them to tease and laugh their evening hours.
Days rolled on. Not a single day ended without remembering days at the college. Every dawn started with her doing all household chores helping her mother. At heart she felt hardened and no bouncing dreams or emotions. Her parents were not willing to allow her go for work, were much interested in getting her married. Though creative, intelligent and a flair for writing, no one was ready to appreciate for her skills. Mothers of eligible bachelors frowned at her thin, skeletal like figure and her pair of glasses. Right through these years, no one at home mentioned about her appearance or her thin figure. What she heard from them was only appreciation. Appreciation for cooking a tasty meal, appreciation for tending the garden with rich flowers and fruits, and appreciation for keeping the house neat and tidy. Until seen in person, her credentials looked great and suitable for the grooms. But the reaction after visiting her home to see her in person turned against her.
Though her parents didn't talk about it before her, she could understand the worried look of her mothers. Anithra sometimes wondered, why should my mother bring me with so much of confidence and energy and why should she suddenly turn against me complaining that I failed to meet the expectations of prospective grooms. Restricted to be there at home always inside the closed doors and allowed to peep outside only through windows hurt her loving heart.
"Where are my dreams of romance? Is there really someone who will come and let me out of this prison that was closed all around with an invisible cloak of emotions and love?" Anithra could not find an answer. Two years went away after her under graduation. When all her hopes waned away and she decided to wait for the destiny to take its turn, one of her school friends came to see her. Though she was a neighbour, they don't meet often.
"Would you come and join in our school as a teacher?" When her friend asked, Anithra looked at her mother.
"I am going to do my B.Ed. in Chennai, so I have to leave my job. I can refer Anithra. Will you please allow her, aunty?"
To her surprise, Anithra's mother allowed her to join the school.
Anithra thanked God for this sudden twist at the most unexpected time and she started to work at school. The angel like children helped her to regain her confidence and build hopes for a better future.
"I didn’t think I would ever fall in love again. I know that everyone says that after a heartbreak, but the difference is that I’m not heartbroken. I’m not cynical, or pessimistic, or sad. I’m just someone who once felt something bigger than anything else I’d ever felt and when I lost it, I honestly believed I would never have that again. But... I was 22 then and life is long. And I’m feeling things right now that I haven’t in a long, long time."
Anithra looked at the golden embossed names of the bridegroom and bride on the Wedding card. She could not take her eyes away from there. Vibration of her mobile distracted her.
"Your subscription is for renewal" - A notification popped up on the screen of her android and chimed with an alert.
"Renewal" - Like any other day, this word brought in Anithra fresh set of thoughts that pulled her into a world of trance.
Is there any option to renew happiness in spite of worst moments that bring unhappiness and tears every second with a blink of your eyes. Whatever that has been happening now failed to shake her. Her eyes devoid of tears made her look straight with an unflinching stare.
"Oh, my god, how I have changed at heart. How I desperately wanted not to be into a life where I would spend my time only between the kitchen and the bed room."
What is happening now is simply atrocious. The change now I am feeling at heart is not the usual me. I am not a simple girl who will be satisfied with cooking, cleaning, and breeding at home. I am not someone who will expect her man to take care of all her needs and who will nod her head even if he will not allow to be independent.
A long sigh escaped from Anithra. She will never again take that extreme step to end her life. As any other human being in this world, she also has the right to live. If marriage tend to be a mere license to have a sexual partner with the consent from parents, I am not the one for it. The world has more space to live for everyone and so will I live with my dreams and achieve my long cherished goals. Anithra popped the wedding card into the shelf and started to pack her clothes for a long distant journey that ushered happy life forever.
A female monkey princess
Ravi Kumar Sainee
Once upon a Time in Sugndha state, where lived a king. He had four sons. He hadn’t
any son married .One day king sat his garden with sadness when a sage came and said
to king that hello king why are you so upset? King said that all problems about his.. The
sage thought and said that don't worry king, I give four arrow one bow. The sage said
that Tathastu four arrow & a bow was presents. King said that what I do it? The sage
said that arrow will use by your sons Together and where arrow will go where your
sons will be marrying.
The king took arrow and bow and said to sage that thanks a lot.
After then king four sons used arrow and bow together. All Princes went to search
arrows. They walk to walk a crossed hill, river and country. They ask to ask came in
Panchvati state where found arrow in garden of Panchvati king .They went and they
saw only three arrows where placed. Smallest prince’s arrow where didn't find. The
king came and asked about arrows when biggest prince of Sugndha state, said all about
story. The king of Panchvati became very happy and said that I have three daughters
and I had worried about so thanks to Princes come to here. Three first Princes will be
marrying my three daughters so go and prepare and come with procession. All first
three princes took bye from King of Panchvati and return Sugndha state.
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The smallest prince became alone. The prince walk to
walk cross many rivers, hills and country but didn't meet arrow.
In Sugndha state came thrives prince, the king of
Sugndha became very happy and started warmly preparation of marriage.
Smallest Prince reached in deep & dark forest after
long time. He walked in forest long time. He saw only monkeys in forest ,After some
time prince became tired ,He took rest on the tree ,he saw arrow at the bottom of tree
where hadn't any kingdom . Prince became very upset where monkeys were came &
shouting then an old monkey came, all monkeys became silent. Old monkey went to
Prince and asked why you are so upset? Prince tallied all story. the old monkey became
very happy, he said That I am head of monkeys group, I Have one daughter ,this tree is
my home and my daughter lives under the tree . Prince shocked but old monkey said
that you have to marry my daughter. The prince came to Sugndha kingdom and tall all
story to king, the king became very upset & angry. The king said to Prince that gets out
front of my eyes.
Marriage day came; three first prince’s procession was very big.
The kings of Sugndha send a lot of horses, elephants, special people and all facilities
with three princes.
With smallest prince went old & handicapped people.
When three princes came at Panchvati state, the Panchvati state had
very light, decoration and rangoli. When procession came then crackers burst and
flowers put on the procession. Procession’s Very wonderful and beautiful welcomed by
king of Panchvati. Many types arrangements where have been done. The king royal
arrangements have been done.
In forest smallest brother and procession went slowlyslowly.
When they came in forest where all forest lighted, all leaf put by glow worm; its
feel like all stars have come on leafs. All forest was twinkled. All forest earth filled by
grasses like velvet. When a first step put on monkeys area then lots of types flowers
rained. Many flowers first time saw by them because many flowers had universal. All
forest filled by fragrance of flowers. All forest looked very beautiful and wonderful. It
became full by lights and flowers.
In Panchvati state when started marriage then put all
flowers of earth by king. King arrangements 56 type foods. Dancing was by beautiful
girls. All guests became enjoyable. When guests were going then kings of Panchvati
gave gift to every person of guests. All guests and princess became very happy
All peoples, princes and prince’s wives came back to Sugndha state and apologized to
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In forest when started marriage then Third world’s Gods put heaven flowers on the
smallest prince and lady monkey. Uncountable food present to guests. Guests first time
saw this type food because it's heaven food. Food was very testy. Beautiful fairy came
into forest and danced. All peoples became fully enjoyable. When guests went then gold,
silver, diamond and many types’ precious stone rained. All people collected. Thunder
the sky and came to voice for people that don't say anything to anyone about marriage.
Every person promised to sky thunder that we don't say anything to anyone about
marriage. Prince, people and “female monkey” princess came back Sugndha state.
When three princes have came Sugndha with
his wives then king welcome very wonderfully and arrangements very beautiful royal
When smallest prince comes with his “female
monkey” wife then king goes to outer place. Smallest prince and his monkey wife go to
an old and dirty room because it arrangements them.
Where three princes went to their room with
very enjoy fully.
Here forcefully pusses smallest prince with
his female monkey wife to old, dirty room. Smallest prince sat on bad, he became very
sadly mind and monkey wife is jumping here there in all room. At midnight 12 o clock
“female monkey” was converted in beautiful girl because she removed her monkey skin.
Prince was shocked. Prince became very happy. After many days prince didn't come
outer his room.
Prince's mother became worry about him. She said
to king but king replied that I don't care. Prince's mother decided that she will find
secret. She stayed in night at near room and watched by hole. She saw that at midnight
12, “female monkey” removed skin and changed into beautiful girl. Next day when
monkey removed skin then prince's mother inserted in room and burned skin. Beautiful
girl just converted into haven Pariy and said that I have given punishment by a sage
that was I converted into monkey. Prince asked that why given you punishment? Fairy
said that sage had found difficulty his attention because me by Order of “Indra God”.
When sage gave punishment then I realized that I have done wrong work so I
apologized very much then sage said that you can remove skin midnight to morning
6am and which day your skin burn by coincidence when you will remove my
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Fairy said to prince that sorry prince but I have to go and fairy went away .Prince
became very upset and cried very much. Prince collected peace of skin which was
Prince became like made, he left king house and he was
roaming .He cried like dear-dear where are you go and went one place to second place.
He became like beggar. Prince walk to walk crossed many states, rivers, hills and
forests. After some months, prince reached a lake where he saw a big monster, he was
washed the clothes, and prince stood silently when a giant monster turned then prince
said good morning uncle (mama)!
Monster can't eat prince. The monster said that you are very intelligent but how to save
by aunt? Prince said to monster that pleases uncle save me my life. Monster said that
don't worry I Will manage but you have to do which I say, Prince was accepted.
Monster said something to Prince in his ears.
Monster converted to Prince into mosquito by
magic. Mosquito went to back of trees. Wife of monster came and shouted that there is a
human body then monster said to wife that you are mad? There isn't any human body,
give me food I am very hungry. When monster and his wife sat on grass and ate food
then mosquito prince fly and went back of monster wife just monster converted to
mosquito prince into human. Prince said to monster wife that hello aunt just she
swallow half in mouth of prince then monster lifted a big & heavy “round stick” and
beat his wife very badly and said that I have only one nephew it will eat you. After some
time beaten by monster, his wife outer the prince from month and leaved live of prince.
Now prince stayed with
monster family from happily. Monster was worker of heaven, he worked many types
works like clothes washing, clothes ironing, gardening, marketing, cleaning etc.
The prince helped monster’s work
so monster became very happy. After some time one day prince was washing a fairy
clothes when he saw a mark on clothes then he remembered that this type mark he had
seen before, he went inside house and when came back with peace of female monkey 's
skin . He matched skin and Clothes mark then both was same. He understood that his
wife live in heaven. He joined the peace of skin with clothes of fairy.
He said to monster that uncle you say to all fairies that she clothes firstly check carefully
then after wear because clothes was dry on grass so any kit or scorpion can come with
clothes. The monster went to heaven; he gave clothes all fairies and said to every fairy
notice of prince.
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One of them fairy when checked clothes, she found the piece
of skin then she understood that her husband came back; she became very emotional
and happy. She went to the monster and said that in next week will have been a big
function you have to come with your nephew. The monster say to ok.
At the function day monster and prince came together.
Prince wife means fairy came and took of prince with her room. She started love to
prince. Prince and fairy was kissing each other by leaps to leaps.
Prince said to fairy that comes with me. She said that it's not easy but it's possible if
you will do work according to me. Prince says ok dear as you wish. Fairy said to prince
in his ears.
Function start. In functions, God’s of three worlds have
present. Heaven looked very beautiful and wonderful. Beautiful fairies have present in
function. Where have lots of food available.
When number of prince's wife came then drummer start
the beating drum but fairy was dancing very slowly and boring. Prince went to
drummer and said that how boring! I am better than beat drum; drummer was nothing
gave any responses. Again prince went to drummer and said same before but drummer
was silent. When third time prince went drummer and said same before then drummer
became very angry and gave challenge to Prince, prince just started beating drum very
fastly, then fairy danced very warmly and wonderfully, she looked very beautiful. All
three gods came very enjoy, they became very happy. Three gods said to prince that
dear son you can beg three boons.
The prince first boon was dancing fairy, second
was uncountable money bag and third was flying carpet. Gods say Tathastu then
uncountable money beg and flying carpet becomes present. Dancing fairy and prince
was married. The Prince said to all gods that thanks a lot. The prince took both things
and Sat on flying carpet with his wife fairy then carpet flew. Both went to a beautiful
place where a beautiful river was flowing. Prince and his wife made a beautiful
kingdom by use of unending money from uncountable money bag. They became very
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Indian government in a dramatic move declared all Rs 500 and 1000 will not be legal tender and has to be replaced or deposited in bank. People started flocking the bank to get their Notes replaced. Long serpentine queue , people jostling for space can be seen at every bank.
Raju ,a college student, was standing in line with his Rs 1000 note , 100s of people were ahead of him in the queue. He was constantly looking back for his friend who was to join him. His eye suddenly noticed a beautiful girl , Reva, with long hair. flowing down on both of her shoulder. First sight and he fall in love with her. Every few seconds he started looking back at her, few attempts and she also noticed him. She ignored him initially but slowly started looking at him. Both eyes started liking each other. Both forgot to walk forward , people behind them surpassed with some kind abusive words. Now both of them are nearer , his Rs 1000 note gently touched the Rs 500 note what she was holding. their eyes started swimming in different world oblivious to what's happening around.. Hours passed and meet of their eyes was braked by the loud noise of a bank official.” Bank will be closed now, you need to come tomorrow”
Oh damn, they realized, what to do with their notes now. They didn’t have money even to go home. Suddenly a man in his seventies came and put a new Rs 2000 notes between their eyes. Both look with amusement. He said “ I knew this will happen to you so I took this Rs 2000 note for you people , take this and I will get your note replaced tomorrow”.
He said I only have Rs 1000 and she has Rs 500 only , even if we combine it will be Rs 1500 only. How we can exchange Rs 1500 for Rs 2000.
I have an idea, pointing at a shop he said, “look there is gift shop their , they really have nice gift items , this is first time you people meet , as a token of love both of you gift something to one another. I know shopkeeper so he will give change for Rs 2000”.
They went to shop , shopkeeper seeing the old man he wanted to say something but old man indicated with finger to be silent. Raju and Reva bought gifts for each other. Total cost came Rs 1400.
Shopkeeper gave two fifties to Raju and Reva and Rs 500 to old man. Raju and Reva thanked Old man and went out of shop.
Papa what is this ? shopkeeper said with bewilderment .
“Idiot , I am sure whole day you wouldn’t have sell a single item and I even being out managed to sell Rs 1400. Tomorrow you stand in line and get old Rs 1500 replaced.”
He winked at his son and with smile said
“ To be successful always look for opportunities.”
They were diametrically opposite in nature but were bosom friends since they were kids. Raj, the more outgoing of the two, ruggedly handsome and a sports star, he attracted a lot of attention and jealousy alike. Sanjay on the other hand was of the studious kind and an introvert. Sanjay loved his friend and didn’t mind being sidelined as the spotlight remained constantly focused on his friend except during the time examination results were declared and Sanjay being the class topper enjoyed his brief time in sun.
Time passed. Boys became men but the friendship between then remained the same. Both of them went to study law at Delhi university and upon return to their home state of Goa, Raj took over the fashion magazine division of their family business Kapoor Media Ventures Pvt. Ltd. which published “La Mode” a monthly featuring news from the fashion world around the globe the first and the only one of its kind magazine in the country (The company also published a daily called “Morning Dew” which was run by Rehan, Raj’s elder brother) as Raj’s father decided to retire from his hectic business life. Sanjay too like his friend joined his family profession, his father’s law firm.
Now Raj otherwise a good guy in all respects suffered from a major personality flaw. Although it was a single flaw but it was a major as this one weakness of man has destroyed many empires during ancient times and even to this day continues to ruin careers and lives of famous and powerful men. The weakness: Woman. Raj loved women and that’s one of the reason he took over “La Mode” so that he could around pretty, young things and occasionally try & charm them out of their pants. This was the one thing about Raj that Sanjay hated. As Raj’s trysts with models became a hot topic of gossip in society circles Sanjay decided to try and talk him out of it before it led to something untoward.
“Look Raj you are the scion of one of the largest media houses in the country. You will be under constant scrutiny and so it is your responsibility to hold yourself to highest standards of conduct. There are some lines you must never cross, NEVER.”
“Wait. Are you talking about one of my trips to the nether lands?” asked Raj trying to maintain a serious face.
“If by “trip to nether lands” you mean defiling innocent, young girls, then yes that’s exactly what I am talking about.” retorted Sanjay trying to keep the frustration of his friend making light of a serious situation out of his voice.
But Raj was indifferent to his friend’s advice. “Relax man. No lines are being crossed here. I am attracted to their beauty and they are seduced by my power. It’s just a mutual admiration club enjoying each other’s company. Also I tell them beforehand not to expect anything from me. I say if you want to have good times, I am your man but if you are looking for something more deep and meaningful, look elsewhere. So you see its just harmless fun and nothing else. I don’t see a reason for anything to go wrong here.”
“The problem with these cases is you can never predict when things start to fall apart. Anyway I give up. It’s your life. I just felt it was my duty as your well-wisher to warn you & it’s your right to pay heed to my advice.” replied Sanjay. Raj simply patted his friend’s shoulder, flashed his trademark smile and walked away.
But Sanjay wasn’t the one to give up. He didn’t want Raj to throw away his life but his conversation with Raj had proven that trying to tell him off was of no avail & he had to look for some other way. So he decided to take up the issue with his father. Mr. Kapoor a shrewd business mind would surely understand the implications of Raj’s actions on the business and take steps to end Raj’s romps once and for all. With this in mind he met up with Mr. Kapoor and informed him about his younger son’s misadventures. The Kapoor family patriarch looked worried upon hearing the news and took his time before speaking, “Thanks for bringing this to my attention young man. I don’t know what that idiot son of mine seems to be thinking. But don’t you worry anymore. I’ll take care of this. Consider this issue resolved.”
A couple of days later Raj came to visit Sanjay bearing the news his father had decided to get him married to Maya, daughter Mr. Ajay Kumar, founder & CEO of “One Stop Shop” the largest chain of multi brand retail stores in the state. Sanjay was surprised. He didn’t expect Mr. Kapoor, a modern man in every sense would adapt the most traditional method used by Indian parents to bring their 20 something children in line. He confessed.” I think I think that’s my fault. I suspect me telling you dad about your escapades would have prompted him to take such a decision.”
“Yeah I guessed that much & I must admit I was really mad at you when I first heard the news. That’s why I didn’t inform you right away. But yesterday Maya came to visit us along with her parents and as I saw her all my resentment towards you melted away. She is stunning man. Way hotter than many of my models. I think I will like being married to her. If you know what I mean?” Said Raj giving Sanjay a mischievous wink.
Although Sanjay pretended to be happy at this news in reality this made him worried. Raj was merely marrying the girl because he was physically attracted to her but a marriage was way more than that. He wondered what would happen if the attraction faded with the passage of time or if Raj found someone who he felt was more attractive than Maya. What would Raj do then? But he thought it would be better to keep his worries to himself and tackle the problem if and when it arises.
Barely six months into the marriage Sanjay’s fears manifested itself in the form of Maria Almeida, the stunning half Indian half Portuguese model. “ La Mode” was auditioning for a fresh face to grace the cover of their 10th Anniversary Issue. Raj had insisted that he wanted someone with a fresh and different look from the run of the mill models. Raj was not satisfied with the ones his creative team had chosen and with the deadline fast approaching he decided to matter into his own hands. After one long day of audition Raj & his team were beginning to feel their quest for a fresh face was not going to yield any result and so they were discussing the possibility of bringing in a celebrity instead. That was when Maria walked in. As the girl ushering her announced her arrival Raj looked up and was instantly smitten. He stood up in his place and declared,” She’s the one.” As the other team members looked at him with puzzled expressions he clarified, “Guys. We found the cover face for the Anniversary Issue.”
“But we didn’t even go through her profile…”one of the team members started to argue.
“Listen I run this magazine & if I say she’s the cover girl SHE’S THE COVER GIRL. Is that clear?”
“And 1 more thing I want an interview of her to go along with the cover. Make sure that one of you guys take her interview tomorrow. Today we will be discussing the contract terms over dinner.” Said Raj as he stepped forward to usher Maria out of the audition room.
As the duo left the team member whose argument was shot down by Raj said “Looks like Miss Almeida has caught boss’s fancy.”
“Can you blame him though? I have never seen a prettier woman in my life.” quipped another as the rest of the team nodded their heads in agreement.
Soon the 10th anniversary issue was in circulation and Maria’s exotic looks transformed her from a virtual unknown to a mini celebrity. From ad companies chasing her to model their products to her appearance in a music video of a popular Punjabi rapper she had made a huge splash in the ocean of fame. With fame came the intense media scrutiny of her private life and it was just a matter of time before media caught a scent of her “ close friendship” with Mr. Raj Kapoor, the married owner of “La Mode” the magazine which brought her into public eye. Scandalous gossips about the nature of their relationship along with the photos of them being spotted together became regular page three news items.
Now Maya who had earlier dismissed the reports as trashy gossip started to wonder if there was any truth in them. After all there is no smoke without fire.
She initially thought she would confront Raj with her suspicions but soon realized that it would be a futile exercise as Raj would never admit to it. As she was sitting trying to figure out a way to get to the bottom of things when the doorbell rang. It was Sanjay.
“Hi Maya. Is Raj home?”
“No he’s out.”
“But today’s Sunday.”
“Yeah he has gone on a business trip & will be back in a day or two. Didn’t he tell you?”
“No. Actually I too had gone to Mumbai on a business trip of my own. I returned yesterday. I had something to discuss with Raj. I figured today being Sunday he would be home.”
“He’s rarely home nowadays, Sanjay. On weekdays it will be past midnight when he returns home from work. On weekends he would out on pretext of some business trip. It’s like he doesn’t want to come home anywhere.”
“Oh. I am sure it’s nothing Maya. He runs a company and that requires hard work & long hours.”
“He was running the company even when we got married Sanjay but this late coming started since a past couple of months. Since he met her.
Her? Who? You mean Maria.”
“Of course I mean Maria. Do you think I am an idiot? Or I am so ignorant that I am not aware of the biggest story trending in media for last few weeks.”
“No. I just……”
“Stop beating around the bush Sanjay. Look into my eyes and tell me what the hell is going on between my husband and that bitch?' Maya's patience was at its lowest ebb and she was ready to burst.
Sanjay knew that she was serious. 'Look, Maya. There is nothing going on between the two of them. Just a little bit of healthy flirting, I'd say.'
'Flirting? Healthy flirting? Really Sanjay . . .' she rolled her eyes in disgust. 'That's what you men call it? There is nothing healthy about flirting, Sanjay, not for a married man. Healthy flirting is a term introduced by perverted men who want to lend legitimacy to their extramarital dalliances. Flirting invariably has a sexual connotation to it.' She got up from her seat and walked around the room gesticulating and muttering something to herself. Suddenly she stopped, turned back, looked at Sanjay and asked, 'Did my husband sleep with her? You are his friend. Did he ever tell you anything about it?'
Actually he had. Sanjay had called up Raj a few days ago and confronted him about the news stories and he had admitted of having an affair with Maria. That’s the thing he wanted to discuss with him today. Unable to find a suitable reply to Maya’s question Sanjay lowered his eyes. One look at her husband’s friend’s face confirmed Maya’s worst fears.
Two days later returned Raj to find his house mobbed with news vans. He asked his driver to stop the car so that he could take stock of the situation from a distance. From there what he saw left him stunned. It was Maya. She was holding a press conference. He asked the driver to go & have a closer look at the proceedings. “Once there I’ll call & you put the phone in speaker so I can listen to whatever she’s saying.” He instructed.
Maya announced in the press conference that she was traumatized by the news of her husband’s affair with Maria and she couldn’t no longer bear staying under the same in the roof as him and hence had decided to split up. Raj was shocked but the news reporters were loving every bit of this. Till now their stories about this affair were mostly based on speculation but this press conference had lent legitimacy to all of it.
But the media Gods had not stopped showering gifts. A month after the after the very public divorce of Raj & Maya, Maya disappeared. Now disappearance of an up and coming starlet alone is big news story but this disappearance was made even bigger due to its link with the earlier scandal. Raj’s company filed a missing persons report as Maria had no family to speak of. (She was an orphan who was raised by her very conservative uncle & aunt who had cut off ties with her the moment she had announced that she had chosen modelling as her career.) With media piling pressure on them, the Goan police were desperate to find at least a shred of evidence of her whereabouts when the hit the mother lode. In an old junkyard on the outskirts of the city they found one of Maria’s cars. Upon closer inspection they found blood stains & hair strands. DNA analysis was done & it was determined that bloodstains belonged to Maria & hair strands were of Raj & Maria. Although Maria’s body was not found despite a massive search of the surrounding area. The circumstantial evidence was enough to issue a non bailable arrest warrant against Raj. On a Monday morning around a month after Maria’s vanishing Raj was arrested and charged with her murder. Mr. Kapoor, Raj’s father stepped into protect the institution he had built through years of blood, sweat & tears from being destroyed by the actions of his wayward son. He held a press conference announcing in no uncertain terms that he no longer considered Raj to be a part of his family & he should be given the max. punishment possible if found guilty. He also announced that his elder son Rehan would be talking over “La Mode”. With even his family members turning his back against him Raj was left with only person had faith in him, his lawyer and best friend, Sanjay.
In his first visit of his friend in jail, Sanjay saw Raj and from his red eyes he could understand that he had been crying.
“I know Sanjay that I am not the greatest person in the world & have crossed the line of morality many a time but I am not a killer.”
“I know that Raj. But you see the chain of events, your affair with Maria, followed by your very public divorce along with yours and Maria’s DNA found in her car. This is already more than substantial evidence & with the electronic media portraying you as the murderer every night at their 9’o clock debates there is very little chance that a judge would dare to go against the popular opinion.”
“Wait let me get this straight. What you are basically trying to say is I am damned?”
“Not necessarily. We have 2 months before the trial begins. You didn’t kill Maria. That leaves us with two possibilities. Either someone else killed her or she is very much alive. Let see the first possibility if someone killed her then who. As far as I know there are only 2 persons with motive. One is you, the other one is Maya. But Maya was free from net of suspicion because ten days before Maria disappeared she left for Maldives. But with the tidy divorce settlement she got she could have paid someone off to do the dirty work for her. Really it is so straightforward that I am surprised no one thought of this before. Now the second scenario is Maria is very much alive. This is bolstered by the fact her body was never found.”
“But the blood stains in the car matched her DNA.”
“Yes but the quantity of the blood was very little. It could have been planted there like your hair.”
“But I don’t think my hair was planted there. It was Maria’s car right? “
“We had you know….hooked up many times in her car.”
“But the question is why would she disappear and implicate me for it.”
“That’s the question the answer to which I have to find before the trial. Oh I better get going then. Have lots of work to do. I am friends with some private detectives. I’ll try and enlist their help. Hang in there my friend. I’ll get you out.” Promised Sanjay as he got up to leave.
Fast forward 2 months to the day of trial. The Sessions court at Panjim was all set to try its most high profile case in recent memory. The vultures of the news world had also descended and taken their place outside the court house. As Raj’s guilt in their eyes was a foregone conclusion, the topic of discussion was the quantum of punishment that would be handed out with most of them betting for life sentence. Another hot topic was the absence of the members of Kapoor family from the courtroom. Inside the courthouse Raj was a wreck but Sanjay appeared calm & relaxed. Just before the trial Sanjay placed a reassuring hand on his friend shoulder & whispered in his ears “Everything’s gonna be alright.”
Just then the judge walked in & after the customary court formalities. The judge asked, “In case number 105, Mr. Raj Kapoor v/s State of Goa. How will the defendant like to plea?”
“Not guilty, your honor.” answered Sanjay, his voice brimming with confidence.
The prosecution was the first to present their case.
“Your honor, the prosecution would like to call upon its first witness
After the witness took his stand the lawyer asked, “How did you know Mr. Raj, here?”
“I work in the writing team of “La Mode” the fashion magazine headed by Mr. Kapoor.”
“Oh good. How would you describe him?”
“Very nice, warm & friendly.”
“How was he with ladies?”
“He was extra nice with them especially the models.”
“Is it true that he used to sleep with them?”
“Yeah. It was an open secret in the company.”
“Ok. Thanks” said the prosecuting lawyer as his took his seat. The judge asked if the defense wanted to question the witness. Sanjay declined.
The witness was asked to leave the stand & the prosecution lawyer took stage again.
“The first witness bears testimony to the fact that defendant was of loose moral character who used his position of authority to exploit women under him & satisfy his immoral urges. In fact in researching the case I found out from his father that he made him get married as he hoped it’ll curb his habit. But unfortunately it didn’t. Barely few months after his marriage he started an affair with our victim, another young & aspiring model. This affair gained much publicity in the press & electronic media & led to his wife divorcing him taking along with her 50% of his assets. This led him having a falling out with our victim and in fit of rage he killed her. Although the defendant managed to successfully hide or dispose off the body but he committed a mistake by leaving the victim’s car in a junkyard. The car contained as DNA evidence shows us victim’s blood stains & Mr. Raj’s & victim’s hair strands conclusively proving that Raj killed our victim. This crime along with his earlier immoral actions & the fact that he holds or at least held a position of power at the time this crimes were perpetrated requires that the defendant be given the maximum punishment possible. The prosecution rests its case.”
Next it was term of Sanjay to take control of the proceedings.
“Yeah honor, I concur with all the charges that the prosecution has put on my client except the only change that really matters that of the murder. Now as far as the charges of immoral conduct go yes my client is guilty of that & for that he has been punished as his wife left him, took 50% of his assets as she left, his father took whatever was left & handed it to his brother & he had to spend 2 months in a jail cell. I think that is enough punishment. Now coming to changes of murder the fact that prosecution hinges its case on my clients’ colorful character & the DNA evidence found in the Maria’s abandoned car is weak & laughable because it is ridiculous to assume that a guy who could dispose of a body, as prosecution suggested Raj did, couldn’t do the same to a car. I have known Raj since childhood. I know he doesn’t have it in him to kill a person. So I took a look on the only other character in the story who had motive to kill Maria, Maya, whose marriage was destroyed by the affair. She remained out eye of suspicion as she left for Maldives before Maria disappeared. But with her divorce proceeds she could hire anyone to kill Maria and being out of town at the time of murder could provide her with the perfect alibi. Another possibility is Maria is very much alive & well as her body wasn’t found. So I started a two pronged investigation. One of my associates took a team to Maldives to search for Maya. And I along with a team of sleuths started digging up Maria’s past to find any clues of her whereabouts. Then one fine day I caught a big break. I visited Pune where she stayed during her college years & guess who her was roommate there?, it was Maya. A little more digging bought into my knowledge that Maria & Maya were not only roommates but also lovers. This came to attention of Mr. Ajay Kumar, one of the state’s prominent business tycoons & Maya’s father. Fearing that the news of his daughter being in relationship with another woman would destroy his reputation he made her drop college & took her back home. That was when it became news in high society that Mr. Kapoor was looking for a bride for his son. Maya & Maria though separated but still in touch thanks to modern technology, hatched a plot. Maya was to get married with Raj, a moneybag playboy & later Maria would drop in & seduce him. Maya would then announce her divorce & with proceeds of the divorce settlement they would run off and start a new lives. But one thing they hadn’t counted upon is Maria’s rise to fame. So they had to improvise Maria’s disappearing act. That’s how they decided to fake her death and frame Raj the only person other than Maya herself with motive for killing her.”
“Hold on a second.” The judge intervened “As I understand you got to know about Maya & Maria’s relationship as a result of your investigation. But what I don’t get is how you got the intimate details of their plan.”
“I got it straight from the horse’s mouth your honor. My associates in Maldives informed me that they had seen two women fitting the description of Maya & Maria living in a beach resort. I boarded the next available flight to Maldives, went down to the resort, confronted them and after making them aware of the kind of mess their vanishing act has caused back home and the gravity of charges Raj was facing due to their frame up and informing them that even if they indict themselves in the process they can’t be arrested as long as they stay in Maldives due to non-extradition treaty between India & Maldives, was finally able to get them to talk. That’s when they told me about their plan.” As he said these words he motioned to one of his team members who switched on the projector. The faces of Maya & Maria appeared on screen via Skype to the collective gasps of everyone present in the courtroom.
“Hello everyone.” said both the ladies in unison & then Maya spoke, “We are sorry for what we did but this was the only way we could think of. We didn’t realize the kind of mess we had left in our wake especially for Raj till Sanjay told us. Raj I hope you find it in your heart to forgive us.” The ladies then answered a few questions raised by the prosecution and the judge before the court was recessed.
As they reassembled the judge gave his verdict. “As the video link via Skype has established beyond any reasonable doubt that Maria is very much alive, the court declares all changes against Raj to be dismissed.” Raj breathed a sigh of relief as Sanjay gave him pat to his back.
As they were driving back Sanjay asked his friend, “Now what friend. Any plans to take back the business from your brother?”
“No I am done with the fashion magazine business. Too much temptation in there for me. I am thinking of joining your firm. With your blessings of course.”
“That’s a good idea. But one thing if you want to join me I have just one condition no flirting & absolutely no affairs.”
“Believe me mate. I am done with women. I have had enough of them for a lifetime.” quipped Raj as the car filled with the two’s friends’ laughter.
T W O F L I G H T S
Rohan enters Swiss Air’s flight to New York. He handed over his boarding pass to the air hostess who guides him to his seat number 13 A.
As he moves towards his seat his eyes catch up with his co-passenger, he’s shocked to see Tia here.
Tia, whose eyes are glued to a magazine, realizes that her co-passenger is waiting for her to give him space looks towards him and is equally shocked to see Rohan here.
Rohan places his laptop in the luggage compartment and takes his seat.
Rohan – “you looking quite different”
Tia – “same goes for you too. I’m surprised that you took a window seat today, I remember you always loved the aisle seat and we used to have a fight for this seat”
Rohan – “last minute bookings so had no options”
Tia – “you can take my seat if you are uncomfortable”
Rohan – “thanks, but its fine now, I’ve got used to this”
The flight takes off and soon they are on their way to New York.
Rohan – “so where are you going, Zurich or New York?”
Tia – “I’m going to New York to attend my friends wedding. What about you?”
Rohan – “I’m going to attend a conference in New York. So a friend’s wedding ahh!”
Tia – “yaa, my friend Richa, she’s getting married for the 2nd time. We all friends are meeting for her marriage.”
Rohan – “that’s great. So what’s your plan, you there till what date?”
Tia – “her weddings on 20th Dec, so we friends have decided that we’ll celebrate the New Years together after so many years. Then will go back on 2nd”
Rohan – “ok.”
The air hostess gets the drinks trolley and asks them what they would like to have.
Tia – “I’d like to have white wine.”
Rohan – “wine makes you dizzy.”
Tia – “so what, or do you want me stay awake?”
A long silence.
Tia – “he’ll have Scotch with lots of ice cubes”
Rohan takes the glass and thanks the air hostess.
Tia – “how’s your wife?”
Rohan – “What! Oh you mean Nisha; we never intended to get married.
Tia – “you never planned to marry her and still you left me for her?”
Rohan – “I did not leave you, in fact it was you who went away without informing and then suddenly the divorce notice”
Tia – “so what was I supposed to do, you were travelling in 2 boats at the same time, I thought by moving away at least you would know whom you have to be with.”
Rohan – “but you never gave me a chance to explain.”
Tia – “would that have made any difference? Behind my back you were busy sleeping with her.”
Rohan – “it was nothing of the sorts you are thinking about.”
Tia – “so what was it?”
Rohan –“what difference will it make now?”
Tia – “it won’t make any difference, just that I want to know why you did that to me, I waited for you in those sleepless nights and all you did was came home and slept without talking to me or giving me any time.”
Rohan – “ok then listen. Do you remember I had told you about my girlfriend before our marriage?”
Tia – “yes I remember your classmate.”
Rohan – “Nisha was my girlfriend. One day I received a call from her, she was sounding very low. She pleaded me to meet her for coffee to which I agreed. When I reached there I saw a very different Nisha. She looked so tired and pale. She told me that she was suffering from Blood Cancer and that the Doctors have told her that she just has 4 months to live. I was shocked hearing and seeing this, I remembered Nisha as a very strong person. We started meeting regularly then. We tried to relive the happy moments which we shared with each other.”
Tia – “why didn’t you tell me at that time?”
Rohan – “I was not sure how you’ll react. She was my ex girlfriend and I was spending more time with her than you, how would you accept that?”
Tia – “agreed, no wife would have accepted.”
Rohan – “1 day when I went to meet her, she was no more. When I came back, I found you were gone. I tried to contact you, but you changed your cell and address. What could I have done?”
Tia – “any way now that it’s gone, nothing can be done.”
Just then Rohan notices a ring on Tia’s fingers.
Rohan – “so you got married” pointing at her ring.
Tia – “well not married, but I’m engaged. We are planning to get married on 14th Feb next year.”
Tia could read the disappointment on Rohan’s face.
Tia – “listen I’m sorry. Dev always wanted his marriage to be on 14th Feb. When he told me this, I could not gather courage to tell him that that’s my divorce day too.”
Just then the air hostess comes back to refill their drinks.
Rohan – “yaa please repeat the same drink for me.”
Airhostess – “what about you ma’am?”
Tia – “I would like to have plain orange juice.”
Rohan thinks “so now she doesn’t want to get dizzy, interesting.”
After the airhostess leaves Rohan congratulates her for her engagement.
Rohan - "so where did you find Dev?"
Tia - "I did not find him, he found me. He's a VP in a software firm. We met at a party and started talking. He liked me from the 1st time he saw me. I told him about my marriage and still he was interested in me. I took my time to decide and after 3 meets accepted his proposal."
Rohan - "he's widower or divorcee?"
Tia -"he did not get married before. He wanted to be successful first."
Rohan had a big smile on his face which he could not hide.
Tia - "What? Why are you laughing?"
Rohan -"was thinking how a person can gauge his success and does this mean that he thought marriage is a distraction to success."
Tia - "all have their own views."
There was a silence now as both felt little high because of the alcohol. Tia tried to close her eyes and relax. Rohan felt Tia's head moving towards his shoulders. He could visualize the past when they used to travel together and Tia used to rest her head on his shoulders. After her head was on his shoulders for some time, Tia realized it and moved her head to the other side. Again they were silent and tried to rest.
Tia remembered the old days when she would accompany Rohan to his conferences. When the conference would end she used to see other men’s faces dull and bored, whereas there used to be a smile on Rohan’s face as he used to rush from the conference straight to her.
The silence was broken with the Airhostess's announcement. She said that in a short while they were about to land at the Zurich Airport. She informed that the passengers moving ahead needed to de-board the plane as they had a break of 3 hours.
Rohan and Tia moved out of the plane. Rohan suggested that they have a round at the duty free. They went to the chocolate store.
"Tia what do you say, let's have some chocolates. I still remember your craze for chocolates. At midnight whenever you were hungry you used to grab the chocolates from the fridge."
"It was then Rohan, now I have stopped eating chocolates. I work out now and have reduced for the marriage."
"Whose marriage yours or your friends" said Rohan teasingly. "Come on Tia we are at Switzerland and if we don't take chocolates from here then it will be like we going to Agra and not seeing the Taj Mahal."
"Well in that case let's buy sugar free chocolates."
Rohan agreed and they shopped for chocolates. After that as they were roaming Rohan's eyes stopped at a spa.
"Look Tia a spa there. I remember you used to enjoy spa treatments. I suggest that since we have so much time let's head for a massage."
"You know me Rohan; I get over relaxed and fall asleep. I can't risk missing my flight."
"You won't Tia, I'm here with you. Even if there will be a chance of missing the flight, I promise you will not be the alone to miss it. Come on go for it."
Tia agreed. Rohan booked a therapy for her.
"I thought we both were taking the therapy Rohan."
"How can we take it together Tia?"
"Come on Rohan, it's fine. We have been through these a numerous times and I don't mind."
Rohan finally agreed. They both changed into disposables and laid on the massage tables. They were together in the couple room. They chatted initially till Tia fell asleep. Rohan asked Tia's therapist to go slow on her and to massage her back only as she felt it very relaxing. He also instructed her not to awaken her.
Rohan's massage was completed. He went to take shower. When he returned back he could see Tia's body shining with the oil. In that dim light she looked gorgeous. Rohan was unable to take his eyes off her body. Realizing that they'll be late for the flight he went ahead and awakened Tia.
Tia got up and saw Rohan already ready. "I thought we were going to get ready together."
Rohan - "What?"
Tia - "sorry, I think I was dreaming and felt that we were 3 years into the past."
Rohan moved out and waited for Tia. She got ready and then they proceeded for their onwards journey. The Flight took off for New York.
As they were seated Tia asked Rohan why he and Nisha have a break up.
Rohan - "we were the best buddies in our college. We shared all our secrets, all our crushes and finally we found out that we were compatible only with each other. Once we felt that, there was no looking back. We were the Laila Majnu of our college. Things were going great till be completed our masters. After that we applied for jobs. We both were successful in getting good jobs. Our joy had no boundaries till we both landed in jobs with rival companies. What was love now turned into competition. The rush for wage hikes, promotions and the urge to win over each other took the front seat. We started to go through each other's personal mails and notes to find out our firms secrets. It turned into a great mess. The firms were the winners and we were the losers. Finally we called it quits."
Tia - "so that's the reason that you'll were never bound to get married. It's because of that love which was there once that you went to take care of her. Maybe Rohan if you would have spoken out at that time things would not have been this worse between us."
Rohan - "maybe."
Suddenly there was turbulence due to weather. The Pilot requested all to take their seats and to fasten the seat belts. Rohan looked at Tia and assured her that they'll be fine.
"I don't care now Rohan as I'm happy for this moment and prepared to die too now.”
Soon the plane was out of the clouds and all were relaxed. Tia put her head on Rohan's shoulders and this time didn't care to move it the other side.
They were in deep sleep when the landing announcement was made. They de-boarded the aircraft and moved to collect their baggage. Rohan helped Tia collect her baggage and then they started moving out of the airport.
Rohan - "you want me to drop you to your friends place?"
Tia - "no, my friend had told me that's she'll be coming to pick me up. You carry on. Rohan, here’s my US number. Since we are in the same city, we can meet up for a coffee."
Rohan -"yea sure. I'll give you a call."
As Rohan left the airport, Tia kept on gazing towards him.
The next day Rohan called up Tia and invited her for coffee.
They were sipping coffee when Rohan noticed the ring had vanished from Tia's finger.
Tia -" I'm thankful to my friend as because of her I'm here with you and that we could meet again."
Rohan - "actually it's all thanks to my friend Sumit."
Tia - "why Sumit?"
Rohan - "actually he was supposed to be here on this trip. At the last minute he said that he has to attend a marriage and he requested me to take his place in this conference."
Tia - "yes. He deserves the thanks."
Rohan - "and especially because he did all this for us."
Tai - "what? How?"
Rohan - "today when I called up my office, I came to know that Sumit has not taken any off and he’s in the office itself. It then strikes me that it was not a mere coincidence that we were on the same flight and on the same seats."
Tia - "yes Rohan, it was all planned out. A year back I met Sumit by coincidence. He told me all about you and suggested me to give our relationship one more chance. I thought about it a lot and finally agreed. He made this plan then."
Rohan - "what about the ring, was it fake?"
Tia with a smile on her face - "no the solitaire wasn't, yes the marriage proposal was."
They both burst out laughing.
"What about your friend’s marriage, that was a lie too?" questioned Rohan.
"That was a lie too. I came here just for you" replied Tia.
"Then why stay in a different Hotel, why don't you shift with me?" questioned Rohan.
"I'll shift tomorrow as from tomorrow a double room is booked in your name" said Tia laughingly. "I knew Rohan as I had given you my number you'll meet me and then after knowing the truth you'll invite me to stay with you, so we had already made the bookings accordingly."
They both burst out laughing.
Date: 14th NovemberYear: 2008Event: ‘VerveCross’, our annual college bashMood: Exhilarated! Our last college fest and all of us
were having the time of our lives. With no parents at
home and no nosy neighbors in the new building we had
just shifted to, I really had no restrictions. I could
reach home whenever I wanted to (read: any time before
2 a.m. under these favorable conditions was obviously
not permissible), and in whichever state I wanted to
(read: state - inebriated)Importance of the day: My life was about to changeStory:
Raj dropped me right in front of my building, from
where both of us assumed I would reach home safely. It
was our last year at VerveCross and oh what fun we all
had - danced till our legs hurt, partied till we ran
out of booze, and screamed till our lungs fell short
of air! All these moments would perhaps never come
back! With hundreds of mixed emotions running through
my mind, I felt a certain discomfort in the air. I was
sure it was the liquor, and the only sensible thing
that my now-nonsensical mind felt right to do was to
go to bed. And tired that I was, it wasn’t difficult
at all! Zip – I popped into my bed, and Zap – I was
lost in lazy slumber!
I don’t know how long it had been since I slept. I
however remember waking up with a start. Lightning
flashed, thunder roared, and there was a sudden
torrential downpour. I looked out of the window,
unable to understand the sky’s sudden outburst in the
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middle of a calm and peaceful November night. There
was something queer about the whole setting. But it
was the lightning that grabbed my attention. It glowed
constantly and was shaped differently – more
elliptical than linear – in fact it was almost saucer-
like! But before I could start reacting to the
mysteries lying outside my window, something else
diverted my attention - a severe headache that I had
suddenly began to experience. I realized it was the
much-dreaded migraine attack. I usually got these when
I drank a tad too much!
I got up from bed to get some medicines. My eyes fell
on my reflection in the mirror of the cabinet.
Something was amiss! I looked so pale. My color! I had
lost my color!
What was happening? I decided to ignore it and jumped
back to my bed. I needed some good sleep. I put in a
decent effort to get some, but even sleep eluded me.
Why? Maybe it was what I saw in the mirror! Or was it
the eerie silence in the new house? Was it the weird
lightning? Or was it just the migraine? Was I
visualizing things? Or was I plain scared? Staying all
on my own over the weekend was completely my idea and
how I regretted it now!
I tried reaching out to my parents in Kolkata, and
found that the phone lines were jammed. I mustered up
some courage and decided to go to the cabinet to have
a look at my reflection again. The image had a scar
I tried to turn the lights on. But even they wouldn’t
budge. With time, my eyes got accustomed to the
darkness. Not knowing what to do next, I saw no harm
in exploring further. I looked out of the window. This
time I saw scattered white clouds in the sky. Under
the clouds on the ground, there was a gigantic white
I turned around and again saw my reflection at the
opposite window. I took out my torch. The reflection
was smiling, almost as though mocking at me! The scar
I wore was brighter, and this time I didn’t look pale.
I looked blue!
Sudden realization dawned upon me and I recollected
that there really was no mirror in the cabinet. Then
how did I see the image? Was it a reflection at all
then? It seemed to me a perfect mirror image though.
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What was I missing? Now I was sure I was
hallucinating! I never knew four pegs of vodka would
give rise to such creative imaginations, but knowing
that I was hallucinating actually worked in my favor.
It converted my fear to curiosity.
Could there really be someone ‘else’ in the room with
me? A female who resembled me? Logic gave way to hope.
As a child I had always loved miracles. I had always
wondered if I was really unique. Was there no one in
this entire universe who’d be just like me? Well I’m
sure some childhood fantasies come true, because there
she was - standing right in front of me! It was time
to face her!
She stood near the window, still smiling in all her
blue ethereal beauty. Her long curly tresses, her
large magnetic eyes, and her smile made me proud to be
her look-alike. Yes she was real. And it wasn’t me
with the scar. It was her! It adorned her right cheek,
and she wore it very gracefully. Time for the
introductions: I spoke for the first time in what
seemed like – ages ‘Hi, I am Amanda. Who are you? Why
are you here? ‘ADNAMA, ADNAMA’ ‘uoy teem ot ecin’ she
squeaked. I obviously didn’t understand a word of what
she spoke. I asked her again, and she repeated the
same. What on earth was adnama?
Another flash of lightning later, I saw her face
suddenly twitch and morph into a sight I really
couldn’t bear to see. I cringed. Beauty or Beast, what
was she? And why was I stuck there? What was
happening? Hallucinating or not, this time around, I
was really very scared!
- She screamed ‘ereh morf yawa teg’ ‘ereh morf yawa teg’
‘ereh morf yawa teg’. I heard the words reverberating
in my ears. She stretched her right hand and there was
a bright sword in her hand. Realizing she wasn’t
really there to be friends with me, I made a run for
the corridor. I stumbled across something and fell. I
knew I was nearing my end. All of a sudden, I looked
up and saw it wasn’t her. It was a monster – a very
ugly, very devil-like, and very hateful double-headed
monster! I could still hear her voice from behind -
‘reh morf yawa teg’ ‘reh morf yawa teg’ ‘reh morf yawa
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teg’. Now there were two of them! What were my odds
against the two really? I don’t know what happened
next. I was sure one of them got me and I died.
I woke up on my bed, my cell phone ringing by my side.
It was mom. She said she was coming back by afternoon
and asked if I was fine. I told her I was alright,
just had a nightmare the previous night. She asked me
to take care and hung up. I could still not forget the
dream. It seemed so real. I was glad it was just a
dream, glad that I was alive. I made coffee for myself
and started reading the newspaper. ‘Huge crater
observed. Networks jammed and unexpected lightning and
thunder showers in the newly developed township of
Raka’. ‘Our correspondent reports very few inhabitants
were around at that time of the night, owing to Diwali
holidays. No one really knows if these events are
interlinked. Scientists have even gone to an extent of
saying, it could be a UFO.’
My coffee gone cold, I was still trying to convince
myself that it really was a dream. I wanted to go back
to sleep, but there was someone knocking at my door.
It turned out to be my neighbor who had shifted that
morning, and she definitely seemed anything but
convivial! She pointed out to numerous unintelligible
scribbles in blue in our corridor. She made herself
quite clear- rub off the marks or forget your peace of
mind! I read out aloud. ‘EYB, YRROS –Adnama’. I
realized I was squeaking, and not speaking. It was the
same tone in which my lookalike spoke. My neighbor
stared at my face and left me alone in horror. I
looked at myself in the mirror. I actually had a scar
- on my left cheek! It was REAL!
I went to the window and looked out. There really was
a crater. IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED! Then how was I still
alive? I saw a bouquet near the window. It wrote the
same thing ‘Adnama’. I was nonplussed. Was the sword
for the monster and not for me? Was she a savior and
not a predator?
I stood in front of the mirror. All my doubts seemed
to vanish in thin air. I got the clue! I reversed the
letters - Adnama read ‘Amanda’. I tried to recollect
everything else that she spoke. EYB, YRROS – sorry
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bye’. ‘uoy teem ot ecin’ –‘ nice to meet you’. ‘ereh
morf yawa teg’ – ‘get away from here’. She was
actually trying to save me. How I wished I could meet
her again. But all she had left behind was my scar
-which according to logic had to be on the left,
simply because hers was on the right. She was, in the
truest sense of the word – my ‘mirror-image’
The police was at my door asking me if I knew anything
about what happened the previous night. I looked at
her flowers, thought for a minute and said ‘no - none
that I can remember.’ I didn’t want to close on an
opportunity to meet her again.
Date: 21st NovemberYear: 2009Event: My weddingMood: Excited
It had been a year and I had almost forgotten the
entire ordeal, the only thing that reminded me of
Adnama was my scar which had also almost faded by now.
It was my wedding day and I had a severe migraine. I
was getting ready in my ‘bride’s room’ and as it has
always been in our Indian marriages, even your
bridesmaid leaves you cornered in your room to have a
glimpse of the groom when he comes riding on his
beautifully decorated wedding horse. So I was all
alone when someone came in with flowers. I had thought
it was yet another wedding gift, and nodded for her to
keep them on the table and leave. She left and
suddenly I felt my scar burning. I honestly didn’t
know what to expect. I went and checked the flowers.
It read ‘gniddew yppah – adnama’. I remember her gait
and that she wore a red sari too. I had to follow her,
meet her, greet her, talk to her, and thank her. I ran
out of the room, my scar still burning. Unfortunately
neither could I spot her, nor was I allowed to run
around in my red benarasi for long on my wedding
Incidents like this continued. My birthdays, my
wedding anniversaries, new years’ or diwalis - she
never forgot them. My husband was a bit uneasy in the
beginning and then realized he could never track the
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sender, let alone the police that he had informed. I,
on my part never revealed my experience to my family.
But it was never to be. I could never meet my sister
from the other world when I was in my senses. She once
appeared in my dreams. I guess that was the only time
we talked to each other. She explained how important
it was for me to not reveal her identity. It could
affect both our lives. The monster that appeared
wanted to kill me just because he didn’t want me to
know that she existed. I accepted my fate. ‘Just
promise me, you will never let go of our little
secret’, she said. I said, ‘Just promise me, you’ll
never leave me’
And we both kept our promises – at least for a long
Sometimes my scar would glow in the night and I would
rush to stand near my window to see if history ever
repeated. But all I ever saw was a faint light in the
sky. I knew it was Adnama, saying hi to me. Sometimes,
if I hurt myself – the scar would glow and the pain
would disappear. It was Adnama, watching over me. If I
felt sad, the scar made me happy. If I felt lonely,
the scar did its trick and I would feel better. The
scar was a part of my life and I knew it connected us
Date: 14th March
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Year: 2011Event: My birthday eveMood: Upbeat
A few years had passed thus. I had my migraine pain
again. Only now, it was so excruciating that I felt I
would die. I rushed to my window. I saw twinkling
lights. I had a small telescope that I had to bring
out. It felt as though two massive bodies were up to
something. It seemed to me - a fight; and my glowing
scar said Adnama was in one of them. I prayed, with
all my devotion. I tried to rub my scar and reach out
to Adnama. Nothing worked. My headache got so severe
that I couldn’t take it anymore. I succumbed to the
pain and fainted. The next day, my scar had
disappeared. I did not even want to think about the
unthinkable. It was my birthday. I kept waiting for my
flowers. They dint come. Seven months later, it was my
anniversary. Still no flowers! I knew I had lost her.
She had broken her promise. She had left me!
Date: TodayYear: 2012Event: My declarationMood: Somber
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It has been a while since it all ended. The emotional
turmoil that I have been going through about the
promise that I had made to Adnama about not revealing
my experience had to stop. I made up my mind - to
narrate my story. And I feel much lighter now. Not
because I felt hurt, not because I wanted to break
free, and definitely not because she had broken hers,
but because I wanted the world to know the truth. I
read about aliens everywhere, watch movies, television
series on them - watch how cruel they can be, and read
how much destruction they can cause. That is so unlike
If there really is anyone out there who’s willing to
lend an honest, empathetic ear, I would want him to
know: ‘Yes I knew an alien, if that’s what you want to
call her. She was from a place, far away from my world
but she was closer to me than even my real sister. She
looked just like me, but she cared more than I ever
could, she was as understanding as our mothers, and as
friendly as our sisters, she was stronger than most of
our lot, and she was definitely more human than all
humans I have ever seen.
She was Adnama- Amanda’s alter-ego and she was indeed
Narration of the Event
It was a late summer afternoon around 4pm. Sun was shining bright and hot. Its rays were reflecting off earth surface back into our eyes like fireballs. Temperature outside would have easily been 40 degree Celcius or plus. Our house was at the top most floor of the building. Living inside that house was like living in a Oven. Due to the weather outside, keeping our cool head was a hard task since all the attention was on when the clock will tick 7-7.30 pm. It’s only then the burning sun shields behind dark sky and stars come out twinkling their best to cool fast the hot surrounding and our burnt body-head-souls.
Mom received a call from my aunt staying in Nerul subtown, some 15 kms away from our house. She called to enquire, when we will arrive at their house for a small family get-together, which we had planned 2 days back. We informed, sooner sun cools down, and expectedly by 6 pm, we will start from our house to reach there by 6.20 – 6.30 pm. I thanked mom for not ordering me to start immediately. It must have been annoying since I lay down our house floor for some comfort and peace to my mind. I was, then, feeling lazy and listening to some guzals songs. Hour and minute clock started nearing 5.30 pm. Mom got her readied and I was still lying down. Hurriedly mom asked if she should go alone by public transport. I got annoyed and in 10 minutes I was standing down our building’s parking area with my bike honking. Mom sat behind me. Just before I hit bike’s clutches I had a sense of anxiety, that bike was already running in ‘reserve’ state of petrol, yet I ride. All the while till we hit Palm Beach road highway I kept telling me, should I stop at gas station and fill the tank or should I just avoid sun and run to shades in nerul as early and safe as possible. I didn’t stop, though I kept telling me myself – ‘Chaitanya it wont take more than 5-10 minutes to refill tank ortherwise bike may run out of petrol and we will be stranded’.
We had almost covered 12 kms run and were only 3 kms away from aunt’s house. Suddenly bike wasn’t picking speed; she started to retard her speed and suddenly the accelerator side of bike stop beating its heart. It got silent, as if telling me – Idiot I ran out of steam and now I am just a toy in your hand, you can keep pulling me as much as you desire but sorry the tyres are slowing down and you will have to push the entire machine with all the energy in your arms and strength of your lazy shoulders. My anxiety cum fear was dancing in front of me and I was annoyed on myself. Mom didn’t complain because he knew little. Had she known when we started, she would have 1st asked to refill tank. She was quite and asked me what happened. I told, tank is empty and we will have to walk. With her right palm fully stretched over her eyes she looked up towards sun, then looked down at bike, turned her head to her left to sight the distance between that unwanted pit-stop at palm beach highway and our aunt’s building visible from there. She paused for a second and asked ‘OK I will walk from here but how will you come? Not in a mood to respond to her I uttered low, curbing my anguish – ‘I will drag bike to the nearest gas station, refill the tank and return to pick you up and then head to aunt’s place. She was ok with it. Deep down I wasn’t happy on myself for 4 reasons. First I didn’t listen to my alerts earlier, Second my bike managed to run 12 kms but broke down at the last mile, Third- It was still hot out and I was sweating like a water out of sponge and Fourth- A ride that could have been a comforting experience for mom turned in some trouble to her too. I knew by the time I will return, mom would have walked all the distance hence I kept looking for help from other vehicles running passing by me in good speed. That was all the more disturbing since, here I looked like a fool on a highway pushing a 157kg bike which is supposed to carry my weight and mom handsomely, if I would have had taken care earlier. Luckily, a kid enjoying his ride came from behind and offered help. He asked me to sit on my bike, keep it in neutral gear; he will put his left feet on my bike’s exhaust cylinder and will then run his bike which in turn will push my bike. Slowly and steadily he will then leave me at the nearest gas station. I thanked him for his assistance. We reached at the gas station and just before that kid left, I gave him 2 chocolates bars I was carrying for my cousins, as a token of thanks to him. I refilled my bike and turned back to rush to mom. But as expected, my mom a hardy woman she is, had already covered all the distance on foot and was standing beside gas station. I picked her up from there and went to aunt’s place. All this while I was not in a good state of mind. My evening at family get together was spoiled too. For all other family members it was some kind of joke they enjoyed laughing at me, yet they were sympathetic to mom. Adding to it I was sunk in my own sweat that gave me all the more sickening feeling.
Never since then have I ever misread my bikes abnormal noises or abnormal silences.
After inhaling dettol,getting stitches,watching blood flowing through every part of my body by the insane and reckless blows of those hard hitters. I opened my eyes in a goverment hospital bed i was all covered by bandaids like a mummy. The view in front of me was not clear, it was a little blurry. I saw a man continuously asking my name and address , he was a stranger for me. After getting the news of me getting my sane the doctor came to me and told me about that stranger that he had saved my life. His name was Krishna. Krishna Kumar. I saw his shirt it was all covered with blood and sweat. The doctor advised me to take the pills which was in the plate placed by a nurse who made faces as she saw me. Krishna went out from the room and came after 5 min. with a packet of real juice and handed it to me. so after finishing my drink he showed me a paper of my own diary in which i had engraved something which he failed to understand as it was "badly written" according to him and also it has stains of my blood. So he asked me about how i got these "tattoos"(stiches and wounds) on my body.so I told him to hand me that page.
after looking at it. It reminded me of the hardest blow i got from that monster.
Krishna asked- "who the hell did this?"
I asked-"when and from where did you took me here?"
He answered-" You were all fucked up with blows of hands , baseball bats . I don't how but you managed to escape those killers. I found you near the Talkatora road stadium bus stand at midnight."
"Have you read this paper!"-I asked him while pointing my finger at the paper i had.
He exclaimed-"Are you fucking crazy, I can't understand any word of it. It seems like you had sticked mosquitoes on the paper."
I said-" this paper has all the answers of your questions. the things that happened with me were all in it."
He said-"were you writing in the paper when those assholes were tearing your skin !"
I told him that I had wrote this paper at the night of previous day of the incidence.
He said-" so you wrote that before everything happened."
I nodded positively and that nod hurted my neck.
He said shockingly-" what are you? son of god!"
I don't know I just wrote it?"- I explained
His girlfriend came asking about me. I think she was sleeping in the next room on some vacant bed for patients.
Krishna re-explained everything and put more emphasis on the last part of my conversation. where I had mentioned about Paper which explained my present state of health.So she mirrored his reaction which was obviously obvious..
I again felt a little drowsy so I closed my eyes and then i woke up after 1 hour.
the curious couple was still aiming at me, prepared to fire the questions round.
So they asked in unison-" Tell About it all!"
I agreed to tell them.
A Day Before "Beating Treat":
As a Normal person I was living my life. My life has family, their nagging comments , social life , their nagging comments , a girlfriend , her nagging comments but her's resulted in love. I was a junior manager of the pharmaceutical company. I was all surrounded by medicines , Right medicine , left medicine all surrounded by medicines. I and my boss never talked to each other.He never looked at me . Even in the meetings he just looked at the presentation board representing the chart of success and profits. After getting the degrees and a girlfriend. I started writing a daily diary in which i confided about every day happenings. From tiffs to sex, everything was in it. Rashmi was my girlfriend , a pharmacist , we always met each other after office time to have a coffee and some talks about the recent activity we did. Actually due to these meetings and talks i dropped the idea to write the daily dairy. One day she didn't came to meet me at cafe shop stating the reason that she was busy in something related to her pharmacist work. So went back to my home.
My home is in Rashtrapati Bhawan.Residential area of rashtrapati bhawan.Father's a government employee.
My Family had my grand ma , parents , one elder brother. My brother was a photographer by profession "self employed". our home has two rooms including a drawing room. I usually , after meeting rashmi , came back to house around 09:30 pm.My family always scolded me to my late arrivals. They were so much moved by congress , pranab mukherjee , high-price , bills. so all there frustation was poured successfully in the scoldings and then were fired like bullets from their mouths. But like superman it didn't affected me as it was daily. But today I was hoping to see their smileys as I was at my home at 08:00 pm. But for them its not special.
I opened the gate and went in. grand ma & Maa engaged in Saas bahu serial , Father reading carefully the newspaper , Brother sitting on the sofa. So they all shifted their eyes at me and then the clock.
Then first bullet came from my mother -"OH ! Today he's back early." dishkiyaooon
grand ma's turn-"Beta tere dosto ne tujhe laat mar di kya aaj!" Dishkiyaoon
Father's always silent he knew that daily soap had bugged their mind so he smiled and gave me glimpse through his paper.
Machine gun grand ma -"Look's like he had proposed a girl today and she had slapped him in front of his friends and then his friends made fun of him and he came back like a little baby , with his diapers wet." tattatatatatatatata!!!!!
brother laughed and said - "arrey ! Yar Vikrant go inside. Today they"ll kill you and destroy your ears."
I went in and washed my face with their water and went directly in my room.
My phone ranged. I disconnected the call and messaged that I'll call her in 5 minutes and left the phone on the bed.
After that I put the phone in silent mode. I went in the first room and sat next to my dad. He asked me about the work today. Brother's always checking out his shots. Mother came with Dinner I ate it and then mother served us ice-creams.
Mother asked-" Is it okay or I'll have to go Mac'D to buy you a ice cream."
Actually she once found bill receipt which i got from mac'D.
I left the ice-cream and stood up to go to my room
"I was joking."- explained mom
"Sit and eat."- grandmother said
I went in my room and looked at my cell phone It had a notification of 16 missed calls.
Rashmi was furious because my 5 min.'s were 45 min.'s.
I called her she ended the call. I thought she was going to call but she didn’t. I called her again. She texted me-"now feel the pleasure of waiting fool!"
I replied-"PLEASE PICK UP THE PHONE!" capital words put more emphasis on the request.
One day without her was not a day for me. I was obsessed with her and she with me.
So I called again. She picked up.
We talked. Felt great as usual. Started at 10:30 ended at 12:00 pm.
Obsession has no boundaries. Even if it had we were not close to that.
So that day I started thinking about the life without Rashmi and my job.
what if she left me, what if my boss deals with drugs, what if i came to know about the drugs and he send his minions to assassinate me. The thought was building in my mind. I tried to jot down it ASAP.I switched on the study table light and started jotting down my horrible thought. My brother was disturbed.
he said-"what is bothering you?"
I said -" nothing yaar! I had some work to do."
Must be writing a love letter for someone." - he said
I replied- "NO! Just some work from the office."
"Chutiya ho gaya hai tu."-He said and closed his eyes. I started writing it. Middle of the night and I am writing a fictional thought. I was really getting mad.
Well for “without rashmi”, I can’t even loose her in my thoughts. So I started writing.
I was at my cabin’s working at my laptop. There was a mail about the stock order which needed the manager’s signature so I printed the mail out. Suddenly the power went away. Boss called the electrician as it will put big effect on his success graph. I got up to have some air in the balcony where was boss was accepting someone’s deal on the phone. He was not prospagnosiatic but behaved like one. He saw me and made a stranger meeting gesture and escaped from there. I saw two black Mercedes from the first one two muscular body guards came who escorted somebody in our office building. My boss shouted on the electrician to rapidly fix the problem. The guy came in. He was stranger for everyone. My boss was shocked to see him but didn’t expressed his emotion. He greeted him. He had chains of gold like sanjay dutt in vaastav. My boss took him inside his office. Soon power came again I rushed to my office and thought 5 minutes about going to the room for the signature. Somehow I developed some courage and I peeped in from the hole of the door. My boss was engaged in opening a black briefcase. He showed it to the guest. I was shocked to see that my boss was dealing with drugs. I grew panicky and suddenly sweat glands got activated. Due to which my pen fell on the ground and I got down to pick up when suddenly my head banged the door. The door was open and the bodyguards clutched me tightly.One guard put his hand on my mouth , my boss told me to shut up. The man was the dealer of drugs came to my boss to deal. The dealer told me-“ shut up or I will kill you jerk!”
His bodyguards pointed their guns at me.
I said –“ok!”
My boss ordered me-“ come with me.”
He took me to the black Mercedes and told me to get in. I got in after some time the dealer came in and pointed his gun at me. Soon my injected a hallucinating drug in me through an injection. I crossed oblivion instantly. After 5 minutes I opened my eyes the guards still pointed those guns at me but this time the guns were more. I saw the place actually it was the arsenal of drugs. drugs everywhere. Now my boss came with the dealer. I tried to speak-“sir…!”
He said-“ thanks Mr. Vikrant we heard you.”
Dealer said-“ Oh Vikrant ! his name ! I recently killed someone with the same name.”
My boss laughed and said-“So we will give him the same treatment we gave to that Vikrant.”
The dealer asked-“Do you have a girlfriend?”
I lied to him and said-“no!”
The dealer exclaimed –“ what a pity that asshole cannot even pull girlfriend out.”
My Boss said-“ I am sure you have dreams. Dreams about money , wedding etc.”
“Sure why not ! the asshole wants to be Dhirubhai Ambani.”- the dealer interrupted
“Look I don’t care about your life. You are no asset to me. If they killed you , It will not effect me at all. Main thing is I don’t wanna kill your zeal towards you dream.”-My boss said
The dealer told-“ there are two ways first, join hands with us and complete your dreams in the blink of an eye. And second , give us the privilege to excavate your grave.”
I closed my eyes in depression.
“Tough decision Mr. Vikrant.”- My boss said
“The evil way easy but lead to the grave.”-The boss sang
The bodyguard picked me up
“think , you have time tell us tomorrow about you decision.”-My boss said
They took me away to gole market , there was a building the took me to the top floor there was room construction was taking place in the room.
After 5 minutes , they punched , kicked used me like a punching bag. They were beating me with baseball bat . blood started flowing. One blow got my head I crossed oblivion again. Next morning I woke up and one of the monster was talking to the dealer. After the call he came to me and said-“arey bhai! The boss had ordered us to kill you. But if you agreed the offer than you will have a different life. So tell me.”
I nodded in approval . He smiled and took me to car. He went back to his the room as he forgot the keys of the car. I found the occasion useful. I pricked my teeth on the hand of the bodyguard. He loosed the
clutch. I started running towards the main gate. He said-“If you cross that gate I will shoot you.” But I didn’t paid any attention. I sped to the gate. His bullet aimed at my head and I was down .”
After reading the whole thing again I laughed and tore the last two pages and put them in my office shirt. I slept at 2:00 am. In the morning I got up late and as a consequence I arrived at the office late. I greeted my boss , he returned my greeting and mentioned that there was a list of drugs to be delivered to various chemist shops. he told me check it. I ran to my office but there was a thought circling round my head. "He didn't said anything, today I came late."- I thought. But I checked the report, His signature was missing on paper. I got up and went to his room which whose door was locked. I thought he'd be alone so I opened the door recklessly. I was shocked and saw a bag full of cocaine powder. There were two muscular bodyguards who clutched my mouth and one clutched my hand. My boss was panicked. The dealer was a female. She was like a supermodel. But women can carry more than one specialty.
He said-" You knocked the wrong gate Mr. Vikrant."
The dealer had gold chains and he pulled a gun out at aimed at me.
She said-"Oh! Vikrant! I recently killed someone of the same name."
That comment reminded me of my last night thought.
I checked to see my trouser for the two pages. They thought I was trying to escape from their.
So my Boss said-"Don't move Mr. Vikrant."
"If you tried anything stupid I'll fuck you with my Gun!"- She warned
"Just meet us outside in 5 minutes with your boss."- She said
The bodyguards went outside and my boss packed the bag and put that back in the almirah.
He said-"Join us today."
I went out from the office. My heart was beating fast. Adrenaline, sweat everything sprouted. Fight or flight mode.
Two black Mercedes were there. The lady opened the gate and gestured to come in. My boss went in the front seat. I was at the back seat with her. Her two bodyguards were in other Mercedes in front of us.
She asked-" So Mr. Vikrant do you have a girl in your life."
I Lied -"No.!"
She showed me the gun and said-" I have killed many assholes who raised their voice against me. All of them had some sort of weakness. Can you guess what their weakness was?"
My Boss answered-"Women!"
She said -" He's right. But you are different."
Although I was with danger but she really got the looks to kill anyone.
"Yes! He has dreams!"- My boss said
She smiled and said-"then we can deal with you. We can kill or turn you into a money machine."
Suddenly the image of Rashmi, Family and money came into my mind.
I remembered the page in which I mentioned the dealer was a male. But it's opposite She was female.
I cleaned the sweat. The car was air conditioned but still I was bursting in sweat.
The lady said-" you need some rest."
She hit the gun on my head. I lost my sane.
Soon I woke up and found myself in a room full of grenades, guns etc. It was an arsenal.
I was at my knees.
My boss said-" Good morning Mr. Vikrant! Welcome to your death."
She said- "Look hotshot! I don't wanna kill you dreams. Join our hands or lose your life."
Both are result oriented sides. One gave money and dreams the other will give nothing. Then again I gave a thought about the day when I wrote. It was quite like what I had described in the paper.
"Mr. Vikrant give us your damn answer we don't have all day."-My boss yelled
The bodyguards had pointed guns at me. All ready to deploy me.
Lady said-" give the boy some time it's not easy to choose."
I checked my pocket there were 2 pages. I opened them. My thoughts were now according to the paper. I felt like I knew what their next step is.
Lady said-" What's this?"
I said-" Nothing! It’s A love letter I prepared for a girl."
Lady said-" Oh! Love fucked your brain too."
Her cynic was because of that Love bug.
She told her guards something and then they confiscated my phone and took me in a car , not Mercedes, an ambassador. I was thrilled when I saw the place It was Gole market orange buildings the area has no people. They took me upstairs to the highest floor. There was a sofa at the back of that there was guns , some grenades . they throw me on the wall. I knew what they wanted to. They started punching and abusing. I developed a strategy to cover my head so that these blows don't affect my cranium. They used me like a ball, Hit me with baseball. I didn't let anyone hit my head. After some time they stopped I acted as if I lost my sane and they put me on the sofa. Everyone went out and locked every window and the door. I knew that I am not going to shake their hands. The evil way easy but lead to the grave.
So I woke after they all went outside. I picked up a grenade and gun. Put the grenade in my sock and the gun in the other sock. I went to sleep. I was all wounded but I managed and went to sleep.
Next morning the guard came and opened the room and woke me up
He asked me -" Madam ji! has ordered us to kill you if you disagree. Bhai! Take your decision."
I asked him for water. He called someone to bring water. The latter came with a Bottle of water. I drank it and told him to take me to her. The two guards held me and took me downstairs. One guard was engaged in room. This time their clutch was not too tight it was easy to escape. We were close to the car. I took the paper from my pocket but it fell down. So I got down to pick it up I picked it and I also got the grenade. Pulled the pin out. My head was on fire. I pricked my teeth on one of the guard's hand, He escaped its clutch and put the grenade in his pant pocket. He was panicking. I started running rapidly but my leg was not helping me. I was trying hard somehow I ran out. The grenade exploded and everything ruined, the two guards, the car. I took the gun out and panicked a lot than usual. First time I killed somebody. The other guard came down running with his gun in his hands. He came looking for me. He saw at the main gate. He aimed his gun at me, He told me to stop ,I did. He aimed at me and pulled trigger. I was down........
I dodged that bullet by getting down. I aimed at him and pulled the trigger. He was down, I killed Him. My bloody clothes with patches of blood became red again with sweat. My face was full with blood. I went out from there. I tried to stop an auto. One stopped and the driver was shocked
He said-"Abe! Kiski ladki ko ched ke aa raha hai."
I said-" Arrey bhaiyya take me to Talkatora garden."
I was with a gun. The driver saw it and jumped from his auto. The auto crashed and again it activated my wounds and pain. I left the gun in the auto. I ran from their somehow I managed to get to the main road. I asked another auto driver to take me to Talkatora. He agreed and I was gone, again lost my sane ... and after that you know the rest......
My 18th Birthday
After 2 days -"Happy birthday Rukshar" will be the common subject of many messages. After 2 days- My birthday. I am Rukhsar recently passed 12th class from commerce streeam.After 2 yeas of sharing love with each other and putting everyone's asses on fire with jealousy.It was all going great great with me and Rohan. Rohan passed 12th class from science stream recently. It was such an irony that I had my boyfriend dealing with chemicals, gravity and "computers" and I dealing with nagging "accounts". In 10th standard he joined our school at that time initially i hated him because of his shyness. He talked to everyone but me. Soon we talked , we expressed ourselves, and in no-time , our souls were connected with the unbreakable and invisible bond of LOVE. When my sister came to know about the relationship she ordered me to leave him. but inside me I was thinking -"Is it that simple to leave, what the hell is wrong with you?" but instead i lied to her and told that I already said no to him it was just a rumour.After that incidence whenever she saw him she started throwing all her bad words from her mundane vocabulary, just to see my reaction but it didn't made me angry it just increased my love and affection for him twice everytime. Vikrant is our mutual friend, actually the feeder of help.He's our Mr. Know-It-All friend. We shared every thing of our life with him. He's our best-friend with whom we confided more than our diaries.He never ignored our problems irresspective of how insane our queries were.Once me and rohan ran into a fight which resulted into a break-up. But Vikrant handled and solved the miff so dexterously that we said to each other -"It's Vikrant magic baby. he connected us again."After that patch up we didn't expressed our relationship and as a consequence stalkers, pass-my-proposal type guys came into my life which filled my fb and phone inbox completely with their playboy type messages. Every time they talked to me they always sound "playboy style."Vikrant had named them "majnu". But it never diverted my mind from my own Majnu. I loved my majnu-Rohan.
2 days ago - Dilemma Discussion
After talking to Rohan I slept at 4:00 am. Continously for 2 years we were engaged in talking at night by covering our faces with blankets and whispering so that no one can disturb our love conversation.We were discussing about my birthday.
He asked-"What do you want for your birthday gift?"
I replied romantically-" Nothing just A jug full of your love and some choclates."
He asked me if i wanted to do something "special" as it was my 18th birthday.
there's one thing i told him once that i wanted to have sex @ 18.
But Sex at the age of 18 is taboo for indian girls. So I was in a dilemma of choosing what is right. One part of me was saying to me - Go have sex and enjoy!!!
but the other was not confident about the plan.
I have celebrated 17 birthdays but this one is quite hectic. I woke up at 12:00 pm. The ray of sun fell on my face.I felt fresh. But as I stepped out from the room. Every family member stared me and darted their eyes on me. But i ignored it and went straight to the bathroom which was already taken by my elder sister. So I stood outside waiting till then my family started nagging me.
Grand mother mummbled to my mother-"Finally the "princess" came out."
my mother helped ignite the fire-"Hmm! maharani was deep in her dreams."
Father remained silent and went out
Mother-"Have you ever bothered looking at the clock. We bought that for you girls."
Grandmother told-"In our days we woke up at 5:00 am and then we went to jungle to collect the woods for fire and you......Huh!!!"
I said-"Ammi we have a gas connection and I think it doesn't need wood to run."
Mother said-" Zabaan Dekho!!!! ready for arguement."
grandmother said-"Tauba-Tauba , This girl will never get married if she'll have the same behaviour."
Mother asked me apologize to my grandmother. but she intersected her and told her one more fact of her golden days of how early waking up is connected with getting married. After expressing tantrums in their words they finally stopped.
After having brunch at 12:30 pm. I watched T.V but dilemma was circling around my head. I already told rohan about it but he didn't replied. He was also dumb-struck .So at 3:00pm . I went to Vikrant's house and aksed him about "what to do at the 18th birthday." As my own google he searched his mind and advised me to have fun at the disco but I added that i wanted to celebrate it with Rohan only. He told me to have a romantic date as usual but i am turning 18 and it's not usual. I wanted it to be special one. So after a gap of 2 minutes google answered-"Have sex." This answer was part of dilemma so i told him about it.
He said-"Just saying I love you doesn't mean you love him/her. Putting it in action makes it more affective."
I said-"I am not confident yaar!"
Vikrant-"yeah! waise bhi sex is taboo amongst girls."
I said-"Rohan didn't answered me when i told him about it."
Vikrant-"He must be acting shy."
"I don't know"-I said
Vikrant-"why don't you ask Nikki about it. She is exprienced."
I had heard many things about her that she had sex when she was in 10th with 2 guys simultaneously. The whole class was smiling on her face,but on her back they called her a succubus bitch! Although I and her talked a little. But today i needed her to increase my self confidence.
After leaving from Vikrant's
I went to meet my friend Meenaxi. Meenaxi was one of my good friends. She asked about the plans of my 18th birthday.I told her that i want to have sex with rohan.She said that I sound too horny.She advised me to drop that plan. so curiousity increased in me and i asked her-" why are you telling me to drop that idea?"
She answered me-"Look if you'll get married to some one else in the future then it'll be not funny when your husband will know that you are not virgin.''
I was perplexed.
she added-"you can't tell if a boy's virgin but u can tell whether a girl is virgin or not."
A slight thought came into my mind
First was to drop that idea and second slapping that son of a gun vikrant.
Meenaxi advised-"please take your decision carefully."
I went back to Vikrant
Vikrant came smiling but I said-"Oye Kaminey! you didn't told me about after effects of sex.
He was surprised and asked -"what effect??"
He answered-"There's one effect of getting pregnant or having AIDS if your partner's a HIV patient.
I said-"I Know about them I am asking about others."
Vikrant-"what others? Go talk to rohan. I don't know how he handled such a maniac for 2 years."
I became calm and then asked again about the detection of virginity.He was a bio student so he knew about that virginity thing.So he asked -"who the hell told you about it?"
I said-" Meenaxi"
He said-" Oh! that bahen ki takki."
I said-" yeah you can say so."
He said-" Chuaupa yaar!!"
it's his phrase for "shit". so he went in his room and came with his 12th class biology book. Turned the page no. 46 and showed me the italic styled line stating-
In some women hymen persists even after coitus. Presence or absence of hymen is not a reliable indicator of virginity.
so it made my nerves cool and after that
vikrant asked-"I told you to ask nikki about it but you asked that "chaaupi" about it."
chaaupi means maniac.
I said-" I know but she's my friend too. she asked my plans so I told her."
Vikrant got angry and said-" Yaar we read the subject but some guys just ruin it by giving annoying facts recklessly."
I said-"Okay cool down! I will ask Nikki.
So i texted meenaxi she had her contact number.So i asked her to send me that number.But she refused it and called me asking to come and meet her.
Meenaxi-"Hey! why do you need that bitch's number?"
I said - "I want to ask her something?"
Meenaxi told-"and that something is about Sex..right?"
"Right"- I said
Meenaxi said-"why don't you understand it's not good!"
I said-"I just read about detection of virginty in bio-book."
meenxi again-" oh your chutiya friend vikrant told you...huh!"
I said- " He didn't told me. He showed me."
Meenaxi said-" Girl YOU ARE ABOUT TO GO DOWN!!!"
I said carelessly-"Whatever ! just give me the damn number."
meenaxi got miffed and said-"go talk to that succubus."
I confirmed-" yes for sure!!"
So at 6:30 pm evening I called her and somehow asked her to meet me at my house.She said okay and accepted to come.
1 day ago-The real face of the succubus
At 12:05 am Rohan texted me- “sorry baby can’t talk to you today, I am tired. Love you so much <3 <3 <3.” So I slept silently but instead of peaceful sleep I was thinking about all the possible reactions of nikki after hearing my problem. I was rolling on my bed like a roller. I was really troubled about rohan’s reaction, Nikki’s reaction. But after 30 minutes I closed my eyes and crossed oblivion. That day I woke up early in the morning because of the dilemma. It really troubled me a lot because trying something taboo is close to doing something extraordinary and you have to think thousand times before doing something extraordinary. As I stepped out from the room there was sweet chirruping of birds and sun rays were just outlining the skies. It didn’t touched the surface. It was little cold due to those morning breezes. My grandmother saw me
She said-“ wow! Our young princess came today early!”
I thought she again was throwing tantrums but this time she appreciated my deed. I went to the bathroom brushed , bathed and dressed and had a beautiful 6:00 am tea prepared with appreciation of my grandmother. Mother came out of her room and saw me
She said-“Allah maaf kare! Beti are you all right?”
I replied-“no I am alright.”
Mother pointed her finger to the clock and asked-“can you see over their?”
“Its 6:30 maharani ji. How did you managed to pull such a difficult task?”- she asked
I said –“nothing I wanted to wake up so I got up.”
Grand ma appreciated my deep but mother her sarcasm will never get over
Mother said-“looks like sun has changed his direction today.”
I said –“ stop it ammi.”
My grand ma stretched her cheeks and laughed. Soon father came out.
He said-“rukhsar ! “
I replied to his call
“the comments of the previous morning showed their result quiet brilliantly…!” he said
I said-“ya! You can say so!”
He appreciated me and pointed his finger to my elder sister who was still enjoying her dreams
I said to my grand mother-“can you please say the same words to her too!”
She smiled and nodded positively.
At 10:30 am nikki came to my house. She was beautiful girl. Her cheeks pink, lips red, eyes brown with a good figure. So she entered our house. My mother looked at her and replied to her “Namaste”
Sensing her presence I came out from my room. She smelled of roses.
“so b’day girl how’s you?”-She asked
“good! How’s you?”- I asked
She relied-“you can see me how do I look!”
I smiled and gave her a appreciation gesture with my fingers.
She said –“I heard rumours about you and rohan’s break-up!”
I said-“yes! But actually that’s a lie.”
She raised her eyebrows in shock and enquired –‘lie! But why?”
I replied –“ I didn’t want to express it publically.”
She enquired me about the seriousness of our relationship to which I responded positively as I loved the guy so much.
“so your 18th birthday is tomorrow!”- She asked
I said –“ yes but I am confused ?”
She said –“ about what?”
I really didn’t wanted to discuss it with the “ succubus bitch”. But that vikrant suggested me. Kamina advise acchi deta hai.
So I started. Her eyes were so looking straight into my eyes. Which stopped me hiding something from her.
She asked-“ so…! What is your problem?”
I said-“ I am really looking forward to have sex with rohan at my 18th birthday.”
“So what ! go ahead and enjoy!”-She interrupted
I pulled my fact-O-pedia-“but it is prohibited amongst girls.”
She said-“ what ? who told you this! Is there a law regarding sexual intercourse.”
She added –“ look at me !”
“why not! you are a popular girl”- I said to myself
She said –“ I know you people are jealous especially boys I know that you guys have named me “succubus”.”
I said shockingly-“ how do you know ?”
“I ignored everyone it doesn’t mean that I can’t hear them.”- she replied
I said-‘don’t you think it is bad for you !”
She said-“Look I care for my character , because my character is what I think about myself.”
I interrupted-“ but what about your reputation its important too.”
She explained -;” I know it is necessary too but reputation is what other’s think about me. None of them calls me bitch except those desperate boys.”
I said-“boy’s disrespect you a lot”
She said-“I don’t know what those dickheads disperate people get by calling me names.”
“all day they create fantasy and masturbate while in reality they got no chance with me. This frustration remained persistent in their mind and bugged it “-she added
“they say that you had sex with 2 guys in 10th”-I asked her
She told-“first I had it when I was in 11th and there was only one guy involved.”
I said –“so are you sharing the relationship with that guy right now……?”
She said-“yes we completed 2 years together. We love each other.”
She explained-“Look sex is nothing but an expression of love which cannot be explained. You can experience charm only.”
I said –“ I can’t do it I am not confident.”
She said-“look it’s automatic. You cannot force yourself to do it. If you are pushing yourself than you are just ruining the charm.”
I told her about meenaxi’s verdict on it.
After laughing loudly she called her an idiot and asked me to not pay attention what she had said. At last after discussion.
She finally said-“look! You’ll experience pain but embrace it and replace it with your love and affection!”
I asked her –“ is there any side effect?”
Her that comment and I held my heart
“What is it?”- I asked with deep curiosity
She answered-“it may change your love into lust and can make you a bitch! Sex is like alcohol. Drink it but in limits. Never take lust in you accounts.”
I said –‘okay! But what about love ?”
She answered-“for love! Sky’s the limit. Be confident.”
We came out from my room. I walked with her to my house’s gate. She said bye and told me to enjoy the LOVE.
I held her hand and asked her –“but with whom you are sharing the love.”
She smiled and told me-“ look don’t tell anyone. Its your google vikrant.”
At evening 6:30 pm rohan came to meet
Vikrant. Rohan was going through the same dilemma. So he went to “google” his problem.
Vikrant said-“ rohan! Are you ready for the 18th birthday?”
Rohan was puzzled-“yaar ! you already know what she wants! It made me weak at my knees. My ass is on fire.”
Vikrant-“so you are not confident?”
Rohan-“yes you are right!”
Rohan added-“yaar! I love her and how can I do this to her?”
vikrant’s pupil dilated with shock said-“you are not killing her. You are not doing anything wrong. Don’t worry!!”
Vikrant raised his eyebrows in expectations
Rohan stuttered-“what if….! She got pregnant !”
Vikrant said-“man! What the hell is wrong with you. You are a science student. You know how to take precautions.”
Rohan said-“yaar there’s still fear!
vikrant said-“ o chutiyamatic mind! Don’t worry. Just let the love take control.”
Rohan said-“ you are saying like you did it.”
Vikrant smiled and said-“ look! Don’t worry be confident. Let her take the move.”
Rohan said-“thanks bro!”
Vikrant told him-“ thank me later!”
7:00 pm :- I was at my house watchin a movie titled JUNO on pix. It was based on teenage pregnancy. I watched the whole movie and confusion jumped up high in me. I rushed towards my phone on the bed and called Nikki.
Nikki-“hello! Rukhs whats up!”
I-“yaar! What if I got pregnant.”
Nikki-“where are you right now?”
I answered-“at my house watching a movie.”
Nikki-“ switch that idiot box , I know you are watching a sex centred film.”
I -“yeah! How do you know !”
Nikki-“ common sense yaar ! ok come out from the now!”
I followed her order obediently.
Nikki-“Listen to me! Be confident the medical store has protection and rohan is not an idiot. He knows how to buy that protection. So just be confident and let him make the first move.”
I said –“okay !”
Nikki-“ be confident and let him do it first.’
I said-“ I get it. thanks!”
And ended the call.
At night 12:00:-
“happy b’day rukhsar” was the message on my phone by rohan. After that vikrant , nikki and playboys and some relatives texted me. The playboys were sending messages after messages. One message was-“ happy b’day may god give you the power to love again.” So to stop the disturbance I logged in facebook and shared a comment –“thanks everyone for wishing me!”
So that the playboys can rush their and pull their own styles. I logged out and called rohan.
Rohan-“hey b’day girl.”
I said-“so! Where are we going to to tomorrow?”
Rohan-“yaar ! my family is going out to meet some relative. I have to take care of the house.”
I said-“so you’ll be alone !”
Rohan said-“Why don’t we celebrate your birthday at my place.”
I agreed to the idea and he told to come at 1:00 pm. To his place.
I confirmed it and said –“ sure ! I will be there!”
The Day- Rollercoaster Ride of love
After a peaceful sleep I again got up early. The weather was cloudy. Black clouds all over. But this time grand ma said-“now I know why she’s waking up early.”
I said-“tell me why?”
Mother explained-“Haan! To get the money from us to celebrate her b’day with her friends she impressing us by waking up early.”
I held my head and prayed-“God! Please make them stop!”
After having breakfast.
Father asked about my plans (If any)
So I told him that I had meet a friend
He asked-“ who friend?”
I said-“Meenaxi”- I lied.
Father said-“ okay ! we’ll have dinner at 8 o’clock.”
I said –“okay.”
I got ready for “the treat”. I selected a top blue color and jeans to wear. I saw the clock It was 12:30 pm. Rohan’s house was in g-point while mine was in Rashtrapati bhawan. The builidings of g-point were all monochromatic. They both have the same colour “red”.But rohan’s building was Grey. I rushed to his house. Soon rain started heavily I had just reached the talkatora garden to reach on time I kept on walking.
I was fully drenched by the big drops of rain. Somehow I reached his house which was on the second floor . I ringed his door bell. He opened the door and saw me strangely. He welcomed me in his house there was no one. He gave me the towel and handed me his t-shirt and shorts and pointed his to the bathroom and ordered me to change my clothes. His clothes were little loose for me but still I managed. He took all the wet clothes and hanged them in front of the table fan. The rain was still heavy. He made special ginger-tulsi tea for me. He went out in his balcony. I followed him. After drinking the tea I placed the cup on the table and hugged him from his back. We came back in the room. He went in his room and cleared all the mess after cleaning he called me in his room. He showed me his family photographs. The photographer had captured every detail of his family from fake smiles, dark lipsticks , heavy make up and everything you can highlight in Indian fat weddings.
I started shivering. He switched off the fan and put a blanket around my shoulder but I covered my body with it and placed my head in his lap. He played with the curls of my hairs.
He asked-“do you want another cup of tea.’
I replied –“ no ! just stay with me.”
I felt more connected then usual.
He asked me about where’s my family taking ,me to dinner.
After some time he held my hand.
I thought he was making the move. A slight fear came in my mind. But I remembered what nikki had told me-“ let love take control.”
I said-“I love you! Rohan.”
He said-“ I know, I do too!”
Soon everything became silent. We can only hear the sound of rain drops – tip tip tip
We looked each other. He was smiling at me. I smiled back we were staring each other’s eye. It was hypnotizing me. I felt the urge to kiss him. But he intiated and placed a kiss on my forehead.
I held his face and kissed him. Soon were both hypnotized. Our breaths tangled with each other. Our were pulling us like one magnet pulls the other magnet.
Soon our lips sitcked. The only thing separating our lips was “ the need of breathing air.” Breath was playing its role in pulling and separating us. With the flow of time our romance was becoming more intense. We were pulling each other’s sensual strings and created a romantic harmony. Our body temperature was hot. We wanted to remove clothes but …..we were both waiting for the move.
But as we stepped forward our intense love made us remove our clothes. At that no thought came into my mind no nikki, no juno, no vikrant. As we were prepared for the “plan”. The magic , the charm was increasing the blood flow in my veins. We were two animals , we were wild. The love was making us touch the cloud 9 but the orgasms were making us more intense. It was like roller coaster ride. What happened was part of the dilemma. After the “ride” we ate pizza ,cake , and drank pepsi. He hugged and kissed me. The wet clothes were dried. I put them on and we walked out from is home to meet vikrant.
On the mid way I asked rohan-“do you know who’s vikrant’s girlfriend?”
Rohan shocked-“vikrant has a girlfriend?”
I said-“ yes and you know her.”
I answered-“ NIKKI!”
rohan-“oh ! that girl!”
I told him-“ she’s not what you think. I know how she is.”
To calm he’s curiosity I told him about our conversation.
We entered rashtrapati bhawan. we met vikrant he was with nikki.
I said-“hey! Nikki Hey! Vikki.
Rohan –“vikrant you had a girlfriend you didn’t even told me.”
Vikrant-“Look everything is good when it is on the right time!” It’s all about timing !”
Nikki smiled and asked –“How was your LOVE.”
I said –“it was……!”
Rohan looked at me
I told them-“It was superb. We were animal.
It was hypnotizing. It was wild. It was not sex. It was love.”
Vikrant smiled and nikki appreciated and rohan and I ……….were attached by unbreakable bond.
An Indian Snake Charmer
Before that dreadful day, Dedzz, an Indian snake charmer and his adorable she-cobra, The Black Widow, were a perfect couple. She was a kind of partner which every single person desires. She used to earn almost everything for him like respect, money and all other stuffs. Personally, The Black Widow just loved to move her body with the rhythm of his flute. Physically, The Black Widow was an ideal piece of beauty with a pure black body, scaly but smooth body surface, shiny appearance, well toned body, sharp eyes etc. According to a survey, not a single snake could beat her spell in around five hundreds of kilometers of radius of an area. She was a real delight for him. Rumors were there that one night these two got intimate too against all the odds. Apparently, their love for each other was no secret to any one and both of them were very proud of having each other in their respective lives. Socially, she even helped him in becoming a head of local snake community, as he was supposedly the best charmer.
However, as we all know, the change is always an inevitable entity (refer Bhagwadgita). After summer’s farewell, monsoon arrived in an Indian subcontinent. It is a time when charmers go for expedition of snakes, who come out of their flooded nest and thus a soft target indeed. That monsoon, even Dedzz went for expedition so that to earn more moolah in near future. The Black Widow did not mind the moolah affair at all but the feeling of sharing her lover with someone else had been making her restless endlessly. Nevertheless, this was only the starter, as that year monsoon turned into an ultra-monsoon and their area was badly flooded by a nearby river Toddy. The Black Widow and other animals were just floating on torrent of water. Being a true lover, at probably those last minutes of her life, she was remembering her lover instead of The God. Eventually, the struggling phase passed on and at last, she fainted.
After a very long time, when she had opened her eyes then miraculously she found herself alive on a wet ground but before she could even think of a celebration, she had focused Doddy’s, the cattle, foot just over her head and without a single thought she bit him. Simultaneously someone else hit her too with a stick and she fainted once again.
Next time, when she came into her senses on that profane day, then through the buzz of people she heard about the death of Doddy, the cattle (which were far more valuable than any other animal). All community members along with the dead body of Doddy & semi fainted The Black Widow, then collectively went to their head, Dedzz, who had just returned from his expedition and the snake-trial started. After hearing all the versions of story, Dedzz had to take a decision, it was not the easiest one for him too and after a very deep thought, he ordered death sentence for her. The Black Widow without any complaints had accepted her master’s words and then suddenly she noticed, The Albino Widow, a new she-cobra with him. Err! She could not bear that betrayal and after some very progressive quick moves, she had reached to him and kissed him for the last time. That was the final kiss of death! (R.I.P)
Goodbye Milky Way
(PS - All the characters and incidents are imaginary. Resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional!)
So the catastrophic event of 2012 is still a year ahead, but right now, the lock and key mechanism of my brain including all the neurons are showing me an event that will occur some five billons years later! An event where our galaxy, Milky Way will collide with Andromeda galaxy and a new gigantic cosmic world will be born.
‘Still thirty minutes are left for this collision to happen’. Alex and Gunner, who were born out of interspecies interaction, are running towards the last spaceship who is about to leave the earth. They are more or less like sphinx with some couple of differences like their lower part is of dog and they could bark. Mr. Dedzz, a canny, perverted human is their biological father, who is few steps ahead of them in this race to live contest. Nevertheless, before the two galaxies could collide they jump into the ship at the right time and the futuristic journey starts. Now the two galaxies start to collide along the sides that change the gravity’s law drastically. This new gravity is pulling the ship and the lives of earthly beings again come under scanner. Suddenly, Mrs. Black Widow, the captain of ship gets the calculation from her super duper hi fi computer that if a joint weight of Alex and Gunner or a single weight of Mr.Dedzz would thrown out of the ship then they could probably escape the gravity. Alex and Gunner smile. Err!
Neurons’ signals stop, ‘Shit, I am back on 2011!’
Therefore, the next dose and signals start again. I had missed some very crucial part but at climax, I witnessed the last minute of Milky Way, Andromeda and Mr.Dedzz. They had collided and blasted off simultaneously.
Goodbye Milky Way! (R.I.P)
The Leafy Witch
Master Dedzz, an eight years old child was curiously listening to his two seniors, Master Toddy and Master Doddy; they were narrating him a spectral story of a witch named ‘The Black Widow’.
As per the legend, “The Black Widow resides in a top floor washroom of a palace turned school building complex of Master Dedzz, that’s her hermetic world. In past, many necromancers used to collect a naturally falling leaves of a banyan tree (with an extra precaution that the leaf should not had touch the ground) which has been rooted on left sidewall of a building complex itself. The whole structure has been releasing the negative vibes since ages, which makes the atmosphere very creepy indeed. However, the dared ones had gone to the mentioned washroom with those supposedly special leaves and after locking the door from inside they used to unlock the water tap and when the torrent of water falls on leaves, the leaves start turning into ‘The Black Widow’, slowly and slowly, until she displays her grand avatar no one can even twitch.”
After this polemic narration, Master Toddy and Master Doddy had persuaded his junior, Master Dedzz, to do the same, which he accepted willingly and thus his authority over twitdom was proved once again. After owning the unholy leaves, he had gone upstairs and locked the door, ignoring all the signs of demons, which came on his way like a crying dog, a black cat crossing his way, a dead crow, a temperature drop, an electrical interference etc.
Finally, without any hesitation, he rakishly opened the deadly water tap. Err! The rest is history! (R.I.P)
A Regular story
Yes, this is a regular story like most of the stories of our illusive world. This is a story of a jinxed shop, a regular jinxed shop who believes in repeating her black history over again & again. She witnessed martyrdom of Mr. Toddy, Mr.Doddy, and many other fellows like them, which compels universe to tag her as a Black widow. People like Toddy and Doddy took courage to overpower her, before that daring act world warned them to control their zeal but they were far too determined for flagging their victory, which apparently did not happen. This diabolical shop happened to be an electric shop, a cosmetic shop & a carpenter shop until Friday thirteen of 2011. From my reliable sources, it was wikileaked that many people suffered mental breakdown too because of her, which once again proved her lethality. What a shame! Those foolishly courageous people believed that π was π but in actual its Ψ (PS- It is a scientific joke!) However, the point is if a π could change then fair chances are there that formula for karmic laws (refer Bhagwadgita) would change in future too. Even the laws of changes are inevitable as per the same Bhagwadgita. Few days later, a round table conference was discussing the same matter when news broke out that Mr.Dedzz was now over her, something that world could expect only from him! Err!
Mrs. Black widow was ready again! By the way, now it is a medicine shop. (Rest in peace!)
IT IS OFTEN SAID THAT THERE IS A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN WAR OF THE WORDS AND THAT OF THE BULLETS. BUT I DO NOT THINK SO, FOR YOU CANNOT STOP EITHER OF THESE, ONCE THEY HAVE BEEN SHOT...ONCE ACTIONS HAS BEEN TAKEN, WORK IS OVER...! DAMAGE HAS ALREADY BEEN DONE. NO MATTER HOW HARD ONE TRIES TO BRING THEM BACK, ONE CANNOT OPPOSE NEWTON’S LAWS OF MOTION AND ONE MUST GET READY TO FACE CIRCUMSTANCES.
I HAVE BEEN LOADED AND I KNOW THAT THE TIME HAS COME WHEN I WILL HAVE TO COMPLETE MY TASK- THE TASK FOR WHICH I HAVE BEEN CREATED, IN AN UNKNOWN PLACE, BY AN UNKNOWN ENTITY... ALL I KNOW RIGHT NOW IS THAT MY PREY IS STANDING RIGHT BEFORE ME...I HAVE TO SHOOT HIM... TILL NOW I DIDN’T KNOW WHO MY PREY IS BUT AS I APPROACH HIM,I CAN SEE HIM,HIS FACE,AN OLD MAN WITH SPECTACLES,HALF NAKED,WEARING ONLY A WHITE DHOTI ..... NOW I HEAR HIS NAME AND I KNOW WHO HE IS...! PEOPLE ARE SHOUTING “BAPU! BAPU!”...IT MEANS FATHER...AND HERE I HAVE TO PIERCE THROUGH HIS STOMACH...THE STOMACH OF THIS FATHER OF THE PEOPLE... I AM HERE TO KILL THE PERSON WHO TAUGHT PEOPLE HOW TO FIGHT FOR THEIR STOMACH, THEIR RIGHTS............NO!.....I CAN’T DO THIS.........I CAN’T.....AND, THE BULLET HAS STOPPED......BETRAYING ALL OF NEWTON’S LAWS OF MOTION, NOTHING IS TRUE ANYMORE.....AND THE FATHER IS SAFE; THE FATHER OF THE PEOPLE HAS BEEN SAVED.
FATHER HAS ADOPTED A CHILD AND HAS NAMED HIM ‘BHARATA’ (THIS CHILD IS SYMBOLICAL TO INDIA). HE KNOWS THAT THIS CHILD IS NOW HIS RESPONSIBILITY.HE TRIES HIS BEST TO UPBRING HIS ‘BHARATA’ WITH ALL HIS STRENGTHS, HIS PRINCIPLES. HOWEVER, THE OBSTACLES OF CIRCUMSTANCES, THE NUMEROUS BLOWS OF A DEVELOPING COUNTRY’S PROBLEMS ALWAYS COME IN THE WAY OF HIS UPBRINGING. POST INDEPENDENCE, COUNTRY, WAS IN THE CLUTCHES OF COMMUNAL RIOTS. THE WAR OF THE BULLETS ALONG WITH THE WAR OF THE WORDS HAD CAST A HEAVY VEIL OF UNCERTAINITY UPON HIS ‘BHARATA’, WHO WAS UNDERGOING A VERY LOP-SIDED DEVELOPMENT DUE TO A NEVER ENDING DILEMMA OF THOUGHTS,PRINCIPLES,VIOLENCE,NON-VIOLENCE.....SO MUCH SO THAT THESE ISSUES EVENTUALLY MOVE ON TO BECOME THE DILEMMAS OF HIS LIFE!
WHILE BAPU WAS BUSY WITH HIS CHARKHA, A GROUP OF POLICYMAKERS WERE BUSY FORMULATING POLICIES FOR THE DEVELOPMENT OF A NEW ‘BHARATA’ ... THESE PEOPLE CAME TO SEEK SOME SUGGESTIONS FROM FATHER, WHICH WILL DECIDE THE FUTURE OF ‘BHARATA’. BUT IS IT REALLY THAT SIMPLE TO PLAY WITH SOMEONE’S FUTURE, ESPECIALLY IF HE IS YOUR BELOVED? FATHER SUGGESTS THAT THEY DEVELOP THE RURAL AREAS, SO THAT THE COUNTRY MAY ACHIEVE EQUALITY IN DEVELOPMENT, WHICH WOULD, IN TURN, REDUCE THE GAP BETWEEN RICH AND POOR PEOPLE. IT IS CERTAINLY A VERY DIFFICULT TASK FOR A FATHER TO LET GO OF HIS CHILD. THE POLICYMAKERS HAD OTHER IDEAS; THEY WANTED INDUSTRIALISATION TO ACHIEVE QUICK PROFITS AND BOOST THE COUNTRY’S ECONOMY! FATHER, EVENTUALLY IS CAUGHT IN THE WEB OF GREED AND SELFISHNESS.
WITH FATHER FALLING PREY TO THE POLICYMAKER’S GREED, THE FUTURE OF ‘BHARATA’ WAS ALSO UNCERTAIN. HE GREW UP TO BECOME A DISILLUSIONED CHARACTER, UNAWARE OF WHICH WAY TO GO AND WHAT PATH TO FOLLOW-THE PRINCIPLES OF HIS FATHER OR THE COUNTRYMAKERS’ POLICIES. HE ONLY KNEW THE POLICY OF ‘SURVIVAL OF FITTEST’, SO DECIDES TO FOLLOW THE POLICIES THAT HAD BEEN FRAMED FOR THE DEVELOPMENT OF THE COUNTRY. HE GOES TO THE CITY SEEKING EMPLOYMENT AND A BETTER LIFE. YOUNG BLOOD IS FULL OF A DIFERENT KIND OF ZEAL, WHICH MAKES IT POSSIBLE TO ACHIEVE EVEN THE IMPOSSIBLE. BHARATA GETS A JOB IN KRISHNA TEXTILES. EVERYTHING GOES SMOOTHLY FOR SOMETIME; CASH FLOWS IN; HE LIVES A GOOD LIFE...UNTIL ONE DAY, HIS WORLD CHANGES FOREVER!
THE FATHER OF THE PEOPLE HAD BECOME A POINT OF CONSTANT DISCUSSION AMONG THE POLICYMAKERS. THE REASON WAS BAPU’S DEMAND TO DEVELOP RURAL AREAS. ACCORDING TO THE POLICYMAKERS, THIS WOULD IMPEDE THE DEVELOPMENT OF CITIES, SINCE INFRASTRUCUTRES WERE LIMITED. POLICYMAKERS KNEW THAT IT WOULD BE NEXT TO IMPOSSIBLE TO OVERPOWER THE CURRENT GOVERNMENT. HOWEVER, THEY ALSO HAD A FAIR IDEA OF THE CONSEQUENCES THAT IGNORING FATHER’S SUGGESTIONS WOULD LEAD TO. THE GENERAL IMAGE OF THE GOVERNMENT WOULD GET AFFECTED ADVERSELY, IF BAPU’S ADVICE WAS NOT FOLLOWED, AND SO THE POLICYMAKERS DECIDED TO FOLLOW HIS ADVICE FOR ONCE SO AS TO MAKE THE WINDS TO FLOW IN THEIR FAVOR. BY DOING SO, THEY WOULD WIN THE WAR OF THOUGHTS OVER HIM.
‘BHARATA’ PRAYED TO GOD AND THEN TOOK HIS LUGGAGE AND JOINED HIS COLLEGUES. THEY WERE GOING TO ASLAMGARH. POLICYMAKERS HAD DECIDED TO SHIFT KRISHNA TEXTILES TO A RURAL AREA CALLED ASLAMGARH, WHICH WAS PRIMARILY A MUSLIM AREA AND HAD BEEN BADLY AFFECTED DURING THE POST PARTITION RIOTS. THE WOUNDS OF THE RIOTS WERE STILL FRESH IN THE MINDS OF THE PEOPLE OF ASLAMGARH, AND THEY DID NOT WANT TO HAVE A HINDU FACTORY IN THEIR AREA. IN A WAY, THE POLICYMAKERS WERE CONSTANTLY HAMMERING A NAIL INTO THE WALL, AND FINALLY NOW THE NAIL WAS COMPLETELY IN. RIOTS BROKE OUT IN THE AREA AS PEOPLE START KILLING WORKERS OF KRISHNA TEXTILES. THE WORKERS, INCLUDING BHARATA TRIED ALL MEANS TO SAVE THEIR LIVES, BUT LITTLE DID THEY KNOW WHAT TO DO....
IT IS DAWN TIME, AND THE FATHER OF PEOPLE WAS WALKING, HOLDING A STICK IN ONE HAND WHILE THE OTHER HAND HELPS HIM TAKE THE SUPPORT OF A CHILD. THEY ARE WALKING WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN VIOLENCE BREAKS OUT. THERE IS FIRE ALL AROUND...FATHER ASKS THE CHILD TO COME BACK TO HIM BUT HE PICKS UP A STONE AND HURLS IT AT THE PEOPLE. FATHER CAN ONLY SHOUT-‘NO BHARATA...!’
YOUNG ‘BHARATA’ IS KILLING PEOPLE; THE PEOPLE OF ASLAMGARH HAVE KILLED HIS FRIENDS. ‘BHARATA’ HAS NOW STRAYED TOO FAR FROM HIS FATHER’S IDEOLOGY.VIOLENCE HAS OVERTAKEN NON-VIOLENCE. FATHER SEES BHARATA’S PICTURE IN THE NEWSPAPER, WHEREIN HE IS KILLING PEOPLE AND EVERYTHING SEEMS TO BE OVER FOR HIM. HIS ONLY ASSET ‘BHARATA’ HAS CHANGED.BUT THE CHANGE DOESN’T STOP THERE.IN THE NEWPAPER A REPORT IS PUBLISHED , ACCORDING TO WHICH IT IS BAPU WHO HAS FORCED POLICYMAKERS TO SHIFT KRISHNA TEXTILES TO ASLAMGARH FOR THE DEVELOPMENT OF THE AREA, DESPITE HIM KNOWING THE SITUATION OF ASLAMGARH. ALLEGEDLY, IT WAS BECAUSE OF HIM THAT HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE HAD BEEN KILLED. ‘BHARATA’ SILENTLY READS THIS REPORT.
“THE WAR OF THE MAHABHARATA IS ONLY FICTION, FOR IT DIDN’T ACTUALLY HAPPEN. THIS WAR REPRESENTS THE INNER WAR BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL THAT GOES ON INSIDE A MAN. KURUKSHETRA IS NOT A REAL BATTLEFIELD.IT IS NOT THAT KRISHNA INCITES ARJUNA TO FIGHT A REAL MAHABHARATA. MAHABHARATA ONLY SYMBOLIZES THE INNER CONFLICT AND WAR OF MAN, AND SO IT IS A PARABLE.” FATHER WAS TELLING THIS TO GROUP OF PEOPLE GATHERED TO LISTEN TO HIM. SOMEWHERE ELSE, ‘BHARATA’ WAS ALSO LISTENING TO SOMEONE WITH EXACTLY OPPOSITE THOUGHTS... “A GREAT UPSURGE OF NON-VIOLENCE HAS ARISEN IN THE MIND OF ARJUNA AND HE SEEMS TO BE STRONGLY PROTESTING AGAINST WAR.HE IS PREPARED TO RUN AWAY FROM BATTLEFIELD.HE FEELS THAT THERE IS NO USE FIGHTING AND KILLING ONE’S OWN FAMILY AND RELATIVES.HE WOULD RATHER BE A BEGGAR THAN A KING, IF KINGSHIP COSTS SO MUCH BLOOD AND TEARS.THEN ‘KRISHNA’ VERY STRONGLY URGES ARJUNA TO DROP HIS COWARDICE AND FIGHT LIKE A TRUE WARRIOR.SO LONG AS YOU BELIEVE YOU CAN KILL SOMEONE, YOU ARE NOT A MAN WITH A SOUL, YOU ARE NOT A RELIGIOUS MAN. IF YOU THINK YOU CAN KILL SOMEONE YOU ARE UNDER A GREAT ILLUSION, YOU ARE BETRAYING IGNORANCE, FOR KILLING AND DYING IS A MATERIALISTIC CONCEPT.” SO ENDS THE SPEECH, BUT A SINGLE SPEECH RELATED TO RELIGION IS MORE THAN ENOUGH FOR A RELIGIOUS MAN TO REFORM HIS THOUGHTS. THE SEEDS, WHICH HAD BEEN SOWN INTO HIS SOUL FROM CHILDHOOD, HAD COMPLETELY SHRIVELLED NOW. THE NEW SEEDS OF VIOLENCE WERE GOING TO TAKE BHARATA’S LIFE TO A NEW PATH, A PATH OF...BLOODS AND TEARS!
I HAVE BEEN LOADED AGAIN AND I KNOW THAT THE TIME HAS COME WHEN I WILL HAVE TO COMPLETE MY TASK- THE TASK FOR WHICH I HAVE BEEN CREATED, IN AN UNKNOWM PLACE, BY AN UNKNOWN ENTITY... MY PREY IS STANDING RIGHT BEFORE ME.... TILL NOW I DIDN’T KNOW WHO MY PREY IS BUT AS I APPROACH HIM,I CAN SEE HIM,HIS FACE,....BUT WHAT IS THIS?... SURELY, I HAVE SEEN THIS FACE BEFORE, FOR SOMEWHERE IN THE BACK OF MY MIND, I CAN RELOCATE IT... YES, HE IS THE SAME HALF-NAKED OLD MAN WITH SPECTACLES.... HIS NAME IS BAPU, MEANING FATHER...AND, HIS OWN ‘BHARATA’ SHOT HIM TODAY! HIS OWN BELOVED ‘BHARATA’ HAS BECOME THE KILLER OF HIS FATHER! THIS ASSAULT WILL MAKE HIS SOUL CRY FOREVER! IT WILL SCATTER BLOOD AND TEARS ALL AROUND....
I, THE STOPPED BULLET...PIERCE THROUGH BAPU’S STOMACH. NEWTON’S LAWS OF MOTION ARE OBEYED.... BUT DO I HEAR HIM UTTER ‘HEY RAM’? I DO NOT KNOW WHY HE SAID IT. HOWEVER, FOR NOW, MY TASK IS OVER.AND I AM HAPPY THAT I HAVE KILLED FATHER OF PEOPLE...MAHATAMA GANDHI...! BECAUSE IF THEN I WOULD HAD BEEN STOPPED THAN STORY MIGHT BE SOMETHING ELSE!
The Present – a short story
Yona was standing at the corner watching intently her dearest ones
coming and going and was curious to know what the fuss was
about. Everyone was in a hurry and no one was acknowledging her
presence. She was hardly 4 years old therefore could not
comprehend the excitement brewing in the household. She could
only understand that her mother had gone to hospital the previous
day along with her papa promising her a present on her return.
Yona was expectantly looking forward to get her cherished dream
fulfilled. She saw dadi (paternal grandmother) and caught the
pallu(border) of her sari. Dadi gave her a stern look and asked her
to sit. Yona’s eyes wetted. She felt that all those who had adored
her, loved her till yesterday were behaving indifferently now
especially dadi who loved her so much besides her mother. Yona
rubbing her eyes and whipping her nose darted into her room
closing the door behind her with a bang.
She woke up soon on hearing the commotion outside. She came
out of the room and saw her mummy and papa coming out of the
taxi to the clapping of everyone present. Curiosity took her over
and she brought a small stool to stand on it to get a clear view. She
was delighted and clapped as she saw a doll like package in the lap
of her mother. “Mumma has brought the present for me, a Barbie.”
She thought. After a while, her mother was made to rest on the bed
made for her in her room by the side of a cradle. Her two little
curious eyes were taking stock of the situation and wondering why
her mother placed the present in the cradle instead of giving it to
her as promised.
“This is my present. My Barbie. I love you mumma. You are the
best.” Her girlish imagination ran riot. From bathing to combing and
dressing Barbie. Soon her mood changed when she found that her
father was lifting her doll from the cradle and passing goody goody
comments which she could not understand but knew by intuition
that he was talking about her doll Barbie. She could not however
reconcile with the fact that everyone was talking about the doll,
her present, instead of giving it to her. Then she saw her dadi, bua
(father’s sister)mami (maternal aunt), chachi (paternal aunt) taking
turns to sprinkle sanitizer before taking her doll in their lap and
kissing it while men folks were seen congratulating her father. Yona
got angry and stomping hard, she started crying. Immediately her
mother called her. She knew that she had got the attention of her
most lovable mother. She rushed and tried to sit on her tummy
when everybody present prevented her to do so including her
mother and she was almost dragged from the bed. This forcible
eviction surprised her. She never expected it from her mother at
least with whom she had a strong bond till previous days. Tears
welled out of her eyes. Her mother noticed her shocked faced and
gestured her to come to the left side of hers. She showed her the
new born in the cradle. She was taken by surprise seeing a live
Barbie like doll, but it was not Barbie. She asked her mother ,
“mumma, where is my present?”
“Which present, Yona? You have another seven months to
celebrate your fifth birthday,” her dadi said.
“ No dadi, mumma promised me to bring me a present and I want
that present now.” She insisted and started walking off.
“Don’t you see your present there ?.” her father fondly took her in
his lap and pointed to the direction of the newborn. She did not
respond but getting down disappointedly from the lap of her
father, Yona lunged forward towards the cradle again and started
playing with the new born rather reluctantly. Her mother was
watching her every move with great interest. After playing for
sometime she suddenly received a splash of water on hand. Yona
was startled and started making faces. “ Eeech,” She said, “this
cannot be my present. She is not Barbie. Mumma you promised me
a Barbie.” Everyone in the room laughed and went outside to do
their own chores leaving mother and daughter to settle the matter.
“Yona darling, this is your present. Your sister Sia. Didn’t you want
a playmate. You play with her. She is your doll.” Mother tried to
explain and make her understand. Yona simply listened bewildered
how a small baby can become a Barbie for her.
It was getting dark. Yona was still with the new born, touching her
small fingers, small feet, the face and sometimes cupping her own
face resting on the cradle and observing the new born intensely
who was sleeping. Her mother could not help but make Yona more
comfortable to develop a sibling relationship between the two. She
was about to ask her to sleep when Yona slipped inside her bed,
raised her chin, kissed her cheeks and asked, “ mum...mma where is
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The train was standing on the platform no. twenty one of Howrah station, one of the
Kolkata’s railway terminals. The place is always brimming with people coming and
going in all directions, of coolies bearing mountains of cases and packages, of
vendors offering every conceivable sort of merchandise.
Suchetna walked towards the train with heavy baggage. She was all alone and was in
a rush to reach her hostel well in time. All of a sudden a boy, around ten years in age,
appeared from nowhere and stood beside her.
“Didi, I have eaten nothing since yesterday” the young boy pleaded.
At first, Suchetna snubbed his appeal but after constant imploring she took out a ten
rupees note from her purse and gave it to the boy. The boy looked at the money
greedily and didn’t even bother to thank her. He hopped away merrily towards the
nearby coffee-stall and asked for a Coke. Already angered by the absence of propriety
in the boy, she was left shocked by the beggar’s lavish purchase.
“I shouldn’t have fallen for the boy’s trick.” she murmured to herself.
The train left the platform in a short while, all the passengers settling into their
respective seats. She was tired and dozed off leaning on the window. Suddenly the
clammering of loudspeakers waked her up. She peeped out of the window to confirm
the name of the station. Salboni.
It was like a competition to see who could make the most noise. A horde of shouting
vendors surrounded her with ballpoint pens, sweetmeats, and thousands of such
A bent old woman, as wrinkled as a walnut, with torn clothes on, shabby graying
hair, a long scar reminiscent of some old wound adorning her face, presented herself
at the window.
“Beti, we have eaten nothing since yesterday” the old woman prayed.
Suchetna cast an angry glance at the woman and looked away quickly.
“Bloody frauds,” she cursed under her breath, “I am not falling for such staged
helplessness anymore. Ungrateful rascals, all of them!”
The sick looking kid in the old lady’s arms stared at Suchetna with his dull,
malnourished eyes. His marasmused abdomen shone prominently in the unusually
dark tan of his coarse skin.
Suchetna found her heart melting away but then she warned herself, “Benevolence is
for the ones who actually need it. Not for these trained professional frauds.”
But, her indifference didn’t seem to have any consequence. The old lady was too
insistent on staying put to give up.
She repeated her pleading, “Beti, at least have some mercy on the child!”
Her conscience was forcing her to go ahead with the humanitarian engagement but
her cautious mind seemed to override her conscience.
The guard’s whistle signaled the impending departure of the train.
Disappointment played hide-and-seek on the face of the old lady. Her hope for a last
minute decision change proved futile, as the train raced away, gaining momentum
Suchetna took a deep sigh of relief as the train advanced further. And with the old
lady disappearing into a distance, her embarrassment too seemed to go away. Thank
god for escapes, she thought.
With her belly burning in hunger, the old lady looked on for some benevolent souls
amongst the passenger who had just got down. Stopping meant sleeping on an empty
stomach again – for her, as well as for the child!
A Moment of Argument – a vignette
“And like the ocean, day by day receiving
Flood from all lands, which never overflows;
Its boundry-line not leaping, and not leaving,
Fed by the rivers, and unswelled by those….”
Driven by intrinsic tendencies, folks intermingle, gather and gossip, converse with colleagues during the working hours in offices of business. This, absolutely, is bothersome, bizarrerie at busy and muted work places more particularly when the talks turn clamorous and disturbing. The noise is a nuisance to the working population and the duty-bound managerial staff , conscious about maintaining the decorum at the work place, hurries to hush up the hullabaloo. However, the seniors today had no concern to hold us from having a conversation for the number of people involved were just the two. Besides neither of us spoke noisily nor had any urgent work to be carried out. All the systems were disconnected and owing to the consequential downtime much of the working populace preferred to go on a coffee break and was so gone. Thus, with no immediate major concern of work for me, I with an intent to move out of the building to relax started for the door -out. However, on the way found Krishna, the KMA, engrossed in some activity, probably reporting kind of a thing- a routine stuff.
Krishna Mathur is from Jaipur. Always elegantly dressed and moved about manifesting gentlemanly gestures; hopefully, all Mathurs are so. The other side of him is that he is not that masculine; again probably or may be all Mathurs aren’t. ‘Sometimes I am driven by narcissus’ instincts,’ declared Krishna once. But this bothers none and it is good so. Perhaps it made him feel good. Coming to me, poking is not my pattern of behavior, believe me, but, as though instinctively that time, I decided to and so stepped into his cubicle. Krishna hated people disturbing him, as we too dislike someone disturbing us. Another reason for his hatred was that he was often over burdened with office work. But surprisingly, I was, then, welcomed with his usual cute smile familiar to all. I grinned in similar gesture to reciprocate. Meanwhile, he was murmuring and this didn’t escape me and I interrupted by asking,’ what is that you are singing? He smirked looking at me but, gave no reply. Again with a slight grimace, I asked, ‘what song was that?’ Now turning towards me wholly, he again started singing, in a soft and low voice, a popular, melodic song Dil Toh Bacchha Hai Ji…
More audible he was now than before. Singing the first two lines of the song blissfully, he asked me to sing. Stupefied by the request but not yielding, I answered, saying, ‘I cannot sing’. Not heeding to what I said, he still, for the second time, pressed me to sing, and again, I declined. Then, as if reminding me of something I ought to know, he retorted, ‘remember! only a talented one can sing’ ! I felt annoyed by his remark and took a few moments, almost withdrew myself, to gather all my senses to reply on how mere singing of a bollywood movie song cannot be said to be a talent. Thus commenced the debate between the two, on what talent is. It was unavoidable.
Neither I, nor Krishna then realized, in our discussion, we had landed into a new arena. Beginning with a mischievous minuscule act of poking the other, we basked and later sitting stretched a bit in our seats to attain more comfortable postures. Into the puddle, as if plausibly, both plunged to outshine the other or huddled to score the extents of intellect from the resulting intimacy. Overwhelmed by the preconceived meaning of what talent meant, I tried to dissuade Krishna who had, till then, been eagerly emphasizing his point that if an individual can sing any song, exactly in the manner of the original score, is talented. By saying so, I felt, Krishna, missed out on something. I thought Krishna equated fine replicating to talent.
To exemplify his notion Krishna went on, ‘if you, on a receipt of a telephonic call replied back courteously and impressed the caller then you can be said as talented’. I immediately and almost impulsively pitched in my personal outlook on what he said and called it an acquired skill. This baffled Krishna who now was striving to find something more appropriate to support his point. Probably, nothing came to his aid and so he sternly suggested looking into a dictionary.
Speaking about the conversation, it was one petty act to correct existing notions or free selves of conceptual haziness. At the time, I was not wrong in being inquisitive nor dropped, by any measure, at any moment, Krishna’s eagerness to answer me. Notably so, I was able to revisit and review my notions for clarity and definiteness and for this I owe much to the moments during the conversation which submerged me into the sea of thoughts. It set a turmoil internally, a turmoil that torrents my mind still but with a plethora of thoughts leaving me eagerest, hungry to rehuddle.
But now, ahead of the brigade has marched a thought making me more curious to seek some more satisfactory answers or may be poke him again, one can say. Amplifying its horizon, this train of thoughts, desirous of profound articulation, is destined to know whether the gifted one and the talented one are one and the same. And, whether an individual partly autism stricken if is able to perform certain complex mathematical calculations would be called talented. Put otherwise, whether an individual displaying an exceptional ability, due to the progress or development, in one faculty and shows notable retardation in the rest will still be called talented..?
To our disappointment, that time, the discussion ended abruptly. It was because the systems were reconnected and all were to go back to work. Krishna had to resume his work and, to say more, had to leave his further attempts to convince me. And now, we no more work together for different companies and in different cities..
I know today, at some other time, somewhere and from someone else, I will definitely get an answer to what I want to know. The reason for my distress but, is that it will not be Krishna again as he’ll be busy somewhere.. and tomorrow, who knows, I shall be busy too…
Monologue: O Krishna where art thou? Centuries ago once a distressed one found you as a charioteer in the battle field and now to this distressed me, the inquirer, betwixt the battles of life I find none to bestow contentment. For, you are not an individual but an institution, an institution, inspiring and guiding its pupils. You are a tutor and above all a true one to befriend..
He leaned back in his swivel chair and smiled.
Ten years. Ten years of meticulous planning and his work was done. It was time to celebrate.
“Project Hades on track. The birds are beautiful, and the birds are migrating,” he said to the quiet room, savoring the words.
He walked to a sunny bay window and looked down on the lush forest outside. All seemed well in this tiny corner of the world. But of course-- he controlled it, and kept it off any known map.
He brushed off an invisible speck of dust from his white lab coat, and turned to the bar in the corner. He hummed as he poured a shot of the Jack Daniels that he’d saved for so long. He’d earned this celebration.
His desk was hidden under stacks of scientific data. His computer blinked. He loped to the desk--one more update. Not bad at all, a newsflash from The New York Times.
Yes, it was working. The Times. The Straits Times. Le Parisien. The Sydney Morning Herald. Similar headlines from every part of the world. A special issue of Nature. Each blaring headline announcing food riots, armed clashes, armed bandits cornering food supplies-- or what precious little was left.
Each headline trumpeted his success, the majestic famine that he’d programmed wheat to carry. He’d not worked alone—there were too many desperate in diverse parts of the world, working to prove a point if the fee were right and anonymity guaranteed. The scientific institutions of the rusty and crumbling Iron Curtain had long ceased paying its scientists, but the quality of science was still topnotch.
And what tremendous success! This famine was perfect, the plasmid they’d engineered was a beauty– obscure teams in forgotten places had done the grunt work—DNA splicing, perfecting the errant plasmid, inserting the rogue nucleoside chain, gradually working the plasmid into the world's wheat supply. The worker ants, he’d called them, unknown to the scientific elite of the West.
Just as he’d predicted, the plasmid jumped from continent to continent, leaving behind swathes of dull arid land, where once upon a time, miles of green fields raced to the horizon. Land once arable, envied, now leached of all nutrients and unresponsive to any known scientific method of correction.
If his calculations were right, chaos, anarchy and despair would rule at least for a decade, by which time food stocks would have dwindled. “Destruction cometh, and they shall seek peace, and there will be none…” he murmured.
It served them right. The morons who controlled information, controlled science, the knowledge-brokers. GMO foods. Disease resistant strains. Famine resistant. Biofuels. High yield varieties. Paper after paper, extolling its virtues. No end to this vanity.
Tinkering with nature, unafraid of the backlash.
They’d heckled him, “Computational algorithms for resistance estimates in crop patterns! Whoever heard of such a thing. Old century, old wimp,” and driven him to obscurity.
Let them figure out how to handle this wave he’d unleashed.
(first published on Pure Slush for their virtualism theme)
A underworld king Dogra fell in love with a beautiful girl jahanvi. He proposed her parents to marry her but they refused his proposal. He kills them, and forced jahanvi to marry but she escape from her town. Dogra’s men follow her but she enters in a running train. At the same time one girl jumps from the train and the goon’s men thinks that jahanvi jumps from the train they too jumps from the train but she drown in the river.
Dogra thinks that jahanvi was dead but she was still in the train she adopt the identity of the girl who committed suicide. She found a diary in her purse- anita is going to meet her aunt after 20 year in Mumbai. She reaches Mumbai safely. She met her aunt, but found that her aunt is a queen of Mumbai high society brothel.
She forced her for one night with a minister but she injures minister with a knife than aunt sends her to lower level brothel where RAGHU operates. He always drinks and hates women. There she met Anuj who does all the odd work for prostitute I.e. to brings tea, drinks etc . he is only friend of Raghu.
Jahanvi keeps on crying and it make Anuj restless. He tries to give her food but she deny to take food. she request him to help her to escape from the hell. But Anuj says it’s RAGHU place and nobody can escape from here, if raghu thinks than only one can get rid from this place. JAHANVI ties rakhi to Anuj and says please help her.
At the same time some customers started to beat a taxi driver than raghu comes and beat all the men. Than she asks why raghu save that taxi driver than ANUJ says he is kind hearted but he lives here secretly. Than she asks than who is RAGHU?
Flash back- raghu is KARAN, he was an instructor in the gym. He fells in love with a girl MAYA. She was daughter of police commissioner but the commissioner don’t like the relation and police arrest KARAN in a false case. two police men RANA & MHATRE kills his entire family RAGHU was trail in the court where the commissioner daughter give false statement. After some time karan escapes and kills two police men RANA & MHATRE .when he meets ANUJ he says commissioner daughter commits suicide. The commissioner orders for shoot at sight so this made KARAN to take shelter here with a false identity RAGHU.
Than she thinks that raghu is actually a good men and she starts liking her.
One night JAHANVI get chance to escape, she ran and comes to police station . She asks for help. The policemen hear her story and than they says to show the place , where she was captured. They comes to the brothel and calls aunts mobile and says that one girl escaped from your brothel. Than aunt says she is still virgin do whatever you can do and than put her in RAGHU’s custody. But the policemen says – today two senior inspector joined so give them this opportunity. This will help you to strength the relation with the new police officers. AUNTS say ok.
The two officers try to rape JAHANVI than she scream- raghu raghu ………than KARAN KARAN……
Raghu thinks that MAYA was screaming
Raghu comes and starts fight with the policemen ,the two were the same policemen(rana & mhatre) whom he thinks was killed by him. He beat the police and escapes with the help of ANUJ&TAXI DRIVER.
They come to a village far from MUMBAI and start a new life. After few days
RAGHU works in a construction site. Anuj stays in home with Jahanvi and taxi driver return back to Mumbai.
Police was in search of KARAN they advertise KARAN photo while aunts published jahanvi photo.
DOGRA saw the advertisement and he order his men to bring JAHANVI as soon as possible.
One day when KARAN reach home he saw ANUJ was lying at the door with fully injured he asks what has happened he replies someone has kidnapped JAHANVI but he don’t know who are they?............................ And ANUJ died.
He comes to Mumbai and with the help of taxi driver he reach to the aunt’s place and asks about jahanvi but she says she don’t know about her. He destroy aunts place and becomes mad for JAHANVI.
DOGRA celebrates and decorates its town. He again proposed JAHANVI and says that he loves her very much. Than she says: she loves KARAN. She believes that he will come one day than DOGRA says I will wait for a week and sees the power of love.
KARAN reach GOA he saw that whole town is celebrating than he asks why people is enjoying than one man shows her jahanvi poster that she is going to marry DOGRA.
Karan enters dogra palace.
Dogra tries to kill karan but JAHANVI says kill her first than her lover.
Dogra asks is this called LOVE. His mind changed he says now you can marry with your love and I will arrange everthing to escape from this country and live a happy life in other country.
As they were trying to escape the police come with force and starts firing from both side the police men RANA & MHATRE, the DON dogra all killed and they escape to other country.