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Home ….Sweet ………..Home

                                         

Home ..Sweet ..Home

 

 

End of yet another day. I leaned on the sofa  and closed my eyes and  tried to trace  the road through which I traveled today. Same routine things yet so charming. Hussy fuszzy morning hours flies away within no  time. A hubby trying to silence the Alarm in the morning and two angels ,all fighting to win the title for who sleeps long. A yelling mom complaints

"Get up Will u"

Blankets removed  and my crazy girls jumps to floor, their papa still safe inside the blanket winks at them. My butterflies flies around me .

  "On ur .. mark ..Get . Set .Go ."

 Here goes my power puff girls, both  in two direction .

"Mom did u see my tie, seen my Id ?"quires goes endless and from kitchen my sound echoes making my third kid also to get up.

 "Nithu my bed coffee" an  uncompromising Papa demands with sleepy eyes.

Cooking ,packing ,dressing up , the usual merry-go- round cycles again. Little complaints and laughter in the breakefast table made the day memorable.

" Neethu still u don't know how to make chatney?" ,He sounded annoyed

I tried to suppress all my anger.He read my mind so easily.

" May I tell you what you are thinking now?"

"Yes, come on  tell me?"

"You idiot ,if you are hungry eat it otherwise get lost, isn't it?"

" Exactly right , how well you read my mind", me too didn't  give up

"You know girls your mom is a better cook of a particular dish?"

"What?" both my crickets chirped simultaneously.

" Boiled eggs, ha.. ha.. ha" he started pulling by leg and my giddy daughters joined him .I  sensed that things are going out of control and declared  144!

"Chalo, chalo its time up , get ready fast" ,I commanded

and within minutes  all are ready for the short prayer before leaving home.Some how all are pushed out of the door, an always forgetful Papa shouts

"Nithu don't close the door my watch is inside"

I give him a stare and stamping my legs I rushed for his watch , and our crazy kids started  giggling to tease their papa.

Once the door is locked a big sigh of  relief and a peep into the wrist watch, oh !better time management this time! Good bye puppies flies in the air and the four moves in three direction, eager for the evening to come to be under the warmth of  the blanket of love and care once again. Yes, home is  indeed a paradise !

Sitting there and pondering thoughts I slipped in to a nap , and  heard my favourise song " Jab se tere nayana, mere nayanomse lagire,thab se deevana huva ,thab se begana huva   rab bhi deevana

lagire rab bhi deevana lagire .hooo! " filling my ears. I felt the   headphones, fixed in my ears and opened

eyes to see what is happening around. My daughters were

clapping and enjoying  their papa's naughtiness. I experienced

once again the warm blanket of love and care around me and

close my eye to enjoy ineffable charm of the hunting music wafting in the ears!

 

The Road Less Traversed

The Road less traversed

Devika  packed her suitcase. Another summer holidays. This time unlike last time she will be going to her father's house.

She liked her mother's house a lot. At her father's place people talked very less. All were serious characters. What she liked about the huge old fashioned house was its vast library.  Devu used to stand before its locked shelves longing to get one from it. It belonged to her father's elder sister's son whom Devu was afraid to approach being a very serious man who never smiled at her.

It was a joint family where her father's two brothers and elder sister lived together. Gita daughter of her father's younger brother was of her age and Sree grandson of her aunty was few years younger to Devu. The three were grate pals and used enjoyed the holidays in its full.

 

Her father is the only member of the family who stayed away from their ancestral home, other than his younger sister Shyama who is settled in Bombay.

When Devu landed at her father's home she saw a chubby boy she never met before. He was playing with Sree, and Gita. It was her Bombay aunt's son Krishna. Devu didn't like him at all even though they were meeting for the first time. All the children circled around him and he is giving lectures. Devu noticed from distance and didn't   join the gang.

Sree invited her to the gang.

"Devu , come on this is Krishna Bombay aunt's son"

Devu didn't mind him at all, and stayed away, and watched him from distance.

 She never liked the show offs of the boy. He made complaint about everything in south. One day he complained about the power failure,

"You know in Bombay we have 48 hrs power supplies"

 Devu couldn't control herself she yelled back

 " Buddhu, there is only 24 hrs in a day"

Krishna and Devu declared war from there on wards. They never missed a chance to pull each others legs. One month passed away so soon and Devu joined back her family and she forgot the naughty Krishna too.

Years passed , and lot of water flowed under the bridge.Gita grown up in to a beautiful lady and said good bye to her studies after her degree .Devu much studious one  joined her  post graduation. Sree was in his degree classes and Krishna took up his father's business after completing his studies.

Every one predicted that Krishna and Gita will be a perfect match and their parents give green signal for the marriage. Krishna was sent to south to see Gita since they haven't met for the last ten years. Devu's house was not in his visiting list since their parents does not share a good rapport.

But things shaped in to unpredictable situations when Krishna came to visit his  uncle despite his parent's will. Devu was not at home when Krishna visited her house. He waited there till she came.

Devu easily identified him even though they were meeting after a long time.

"Devu, I was waiting to see you, for almost  one hour", Krishna said

" Only one hour na? Not 48 hours" Devu replied

"Pagal ladki, still remember it?", Krishna couldn't help laughing

After ten minutes talk Krishna started to leave. Devu accompanied him till the gate .Krishna stopped for a moment and looked at her.

"Devu I want to marry you, do you have any objection?"

Devu stood there unable to move felt as if frozen, she couldn't even speak out.

"Relax baba, take your own time and let me know. I expect a positive reply"

Krishna hurried out.Devu stood there stand still, unable to belive the sudden change of situation. Slowly she walked back home as if in a dream.

When Krishna announced his decision every one were shocked.His parents were the first to disagree,then Gita's parents and the entire clan was against his will. But Krishna was too firm.

  "I will get her at gun point". He confirmed his decision.

Devu was totally confused. No one believed that she is innocent.

Devu was court-martialed. Her father asked her

"Devu ,  would  you like to get married to Krishna?"

Devu  was well aware of the answer her father expected from her

" No Dad", she replied automatically.

She went back to hostel with a heavy heart. Within two day Krishna will be going back. Devu tried to forget what ever happened, but she found it too difficult to do so. She had lost her peace of mind. She searched in her shelf and found Bhagavathegeetha that  granny had given  and started reading it. Slowly she returned back to her normal status.

Next day Devu had a visitor at the hostel. As she expected it was Krishna. She approached him with a trembling heart.

"Oh! God please help me out from this difficult situation" she prayed inside.

She looked at Krishna, it was a different person before her he looked damn serious.

" Sit down", he ordered

Devu sat on the corner of the chair rather automatically.

"What you have decided?" he jumped straight in to the matter

Devu couldn't say anything

"Devu , am asking you "

"Please Krishna . I cannot" Devu fumbled

"You don't like me?"

"Yes, but ..",Devu replied with out looking at him

"Look at me  Devu,is there any specific reason?"

She could feel the heat in his words. She didn't answer

"Devu, am asking you tell me now, is there any one else in your mind?"

Devu gathered all her courage and said

"No , but .."

"O.k, will you please tell me why?"This time his voice was mild.

"Please ..Krishna don't ask me anything more, I don't have anything to tell you"

Devu rushed back to her room and locked herself inside. Through the window she watched him walking away. Away from her life for ever.

"Why Devu?  why did you do like that ?" her inner voice asked her.

" Becouse I want Gita to be happy, her parent's to be happy, Krishna's parents to be happy and my dad to be happy"

Before leaving from south Krishna made a call to Devu.

"Devu , am leaving today , let me know if you change your mind"

Devu kept silence over the phone and she heard the sound of receiver being banged on the other end.

She leaned on the window not to fall. Tears gushed out like a rain. The escalating pain pinned her down. Inside her she chanted her favorite lines

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."

 

Days went past. Once again Devu got a call from Krishna

" Devu, am leaving to UK tomarrow , you need anything when I come back"

Devu thought for a while and replied

" Yes Krishna I need few things, will it be inconvenient for you?"

" Never Devu tell me what ever it is" he was so eager over the phone

" O.k  Krishna then bring me a spring and few cherry flowers when you come back" she said seriously

 

She could hear Krishan's laughter over the  phone

 

" Devu you haven't changed a bit, hey tell me if you want anything else?"

" Nothing Krishna you come back safely , I don't need anything" she said very clearly

There was silence for a moment in the phone

"Devu , did you  thought about the discussion we had" , He sound so serious over phone

" Do you have anything else to talk with me Krishna, am little bit busy" , Devu's  recent reflected in her sound.

" O.k.  then , I will definitely bring spring and cherry flowers for you, but will you be there to receive it from me" Krishna's sound tucked in his throat

" Oh! Krishna I was just joking, you took it seriously?"

" Bye dear"

She heard the banging sound of phone at his side.

 Krishna never called her after that. Like everyone wished Krishna and Gita's Marriage got fixed. Krishana arrived one week in advance. There was nag pooja on the very next day and all the family members arrived for it .  Devu was very conscious to be with other family members to avoid another encounter with Krishna.

In the evening there was " kalam Pattu"(song sung praising nagaraja)  in front of the family temple which is inside the compound. The temple glittered in the lights from the numerous decorating bulbs and in the ground beautiful sketch  of  naga raja was made with different natural colors. The smell of camphor and Agarbathy filled the terrain.

 

Devu stood before the temple with folded hands and closed eyes. She looked like a natural village beauty in the traditional kerala dress. Krishna was seeing her first time in that dress. With her long hair let free except a knot at the bottom and a tulsi leaf tucked carelessly in between, she symbolized the quintessence of classical Nair beauty.  Krishna could not resist his urge to go near her. The enchanting fragrance of sandal paste she applied on her forehead filled his nostrils.

"Devu, will you please come to the back side of the temple. I will be waiting there", Krishna walked past her.

Devu could her the sound of her throbbing heart clearly.She decided not to follow him, but her subconscious compelled her to follow his feets. Slowly she moved towards his direction.He was waiting there impatiently , and Devu supported herself on one of the peepal tree at a safer distance from him. With her head down with fear and shy she stood there making knots with her palluv. She was so nervous.

Krishna watched her keenly, there was something appealing about this girl, may be her personality, or the charming smile she always keeps on her full red lips as an ornament, or the radiant  way she communicates , he was confused what is the factor that attracts him to her?

"Devu you looks so beautiful in the costume, I thought it's the goddess    herself come out of the temple and standing before me" Krishna turned romantic

Devu blushed and her dimples glowed in the colored lights.

Devu saw him coming near to her, and with in seconds she identified that she was cornered, Oh there is no escape, she closed her eyes

"Oh! God please come to my help"

But God didn't hear her; she could feel his lips on hers. The roughness of his mustache paining her. With all her strength she pulled away from him, but his hands were so firm on her, her bangles broke down in to pieces, and her hand bleed ,he drove her  close to him and murmured in her ears

" I love you so much Devu, don't go away from me , be mine always, I won't let any one to take  you away from me" Krishna pleaded to her.

Devu slipped away from his clutches. She found it difficult to suppress her grief. Tears rolled down her beautiful cheeks making them red. She turned herself towards the peepal tree and hide  her with both hands. She felt shameful of herself, it was the first experience in her life and she hated Krishna for it.

" Devu , do you think my decision of marring you was the out come of our ten minutes talk?" A sea of memories surged in the folds of every sentence he spoke, and his mind's eye spooled the years.

" You were there in my dreams  when ever I thought about a life,Its not Gita, its you , whom  I liked , and I believed even if I never told about it  you will be also feeling the same towards me.I used get updates about you through Sree. I was eagerly watching you climbing the ladder of success. Many times I thought of calling you or writing to you. But kept that urge within me since I wanted to give you a surprise. I did'nt even share it with Sree or to any of my friends.You were my treasured possession which I  kept so close to my heart hidden from every one  and even from you dear. I admit it was my mistake that I never told you before, Devu it's not late; still there is time, any change in your opinion?"

"It is still a no" She answered with out turning her face

"Still I love you Devu"

Devu was totally shattered.

"Krishna, it doesn't matter whether I love you or not, but I don't want to steel Gita's life. She had woven a lot of dreams about you. How can you ignore her like this Krishna?"

She saw the blooming buds of anger in Krishna's eyes

"Keep apart Gita from this issue, I want you .., you are mine Devu , ..why don't you try to understand my feelings dear, why do you always think about others , come on Devu . open up, can you be mine?, I need only a YES from you, .. come on Devu please"

Devu was helpless .Some how she managed to speak

"Don't compel me Krishna, at any cost I cannot be yours" Devu said, burying all the emotions inside her. Nobody identified the volcano inside her. She was aware of what she is going to lose, but she was not an ordinary girl, she was Devu a different one who think differently, who dreams differently, who acts differently and who lives differently.

 Krishna stood there with out taking his eyes off her, and watched her moving away from him. The pain went like a dart inside him. His dreams were walking away from him, but he could not do anything other than just mute witness to  it.

"How can I convince this girl?" he found himself helpless

 

The wedding was a grand ceremony in the house, Devu was there to help Gita in the Mandap, and while taking "Sathphera",she noticed  Krishna's eyes on her.She slowly disappered in the crowd , went inside the bedroom and cried  till she could find peace of mind. Bhanu, sree's mom  came to consolve her.Devu recalled her words of advice.

"Devu it's always wise to choose some one who loves you rather than the one you love. Your decision is a foolish one"

Years passed again, Devu as her father's wish got married to a handsome young man, and she is a mother now. She managed her professional life and home chores pretty well.  Krishna never came back to south and Gita once in every year visited her parents with her kids. Now it is the marriage of Sree. Everybody arrived on the eve of the marriage since it is the last wedding in the present generation. Devu arrived late with her husband and daughter. She saw Krishna sitting in the drawing room reading newspaper. She walked towards him. They were meeting after years. He is the father of two kids. He had few silver highlights on his temple but the eyes were the same no change at all.

  Devu waited for him to ask her something which he didn't and she too kept silence. Other relatives gathered around her and mechanically she answered their queries.

Later Gita and Devu sit together and talked. After her marriage this is the first time that Gita is exchanging words with Devu.

Before winding up Gita told her

" Devu it was  not me but you were the one  in Krishna's  heart,  I never thought  he was that serious. Our life was not at all a happy one"

Devu was totally disarmed with Gita's statement. Why God you test us like this? She felt as if she is loosing even the ground below her feet. She took Gita's hands in hers and pleaded

 "Gita, forgive me for making you suffer this way, I am ready to accept what ever punishment you impose on me"

Gita turned philosophical ,

 " Devu this is  life ,we expect something and God disposes something else for us, am happy since he loves the kids and  do justice to me, and I appreciate his openness to tell me about his feelings towards you"

Devu walked back to the bed room, she didn't heared anything, she didn't see anyone .She was weeping inside. She find it difficult to forget his eyes. Time had changed his looks but love for her is not changed a bit, it was clear in his eye even though he didn't tell it.

" Krishna why do  you love me this much, don't you know that I am not yours, why Krishna, Why do you do this to me?" She asked herself and find it difficult to get an answer.

After taking rest for a while Devu came out from the room.

   She watched the kids playing out in the lawn. Krishna's son Arjun was the leader of the gang. Her daughter Mili was also among them.

" You know in Mumbai  most of the days we go for guffe" Arjun boasted

Devu watched the recent in Mili's eye ,she lashed out

 " Buddhu  its not gufe its buffe , B ..U..F F..E". She sensed the clouds of war developing around Mili and Arjun.

"Is history going to be repeated?" she wondered  and turned back to walk away and saw  Krishna in front of her , she could see a strange smile on his face, which then turned to be a laugh and Devu  too started laughing . They both laughed  till tears started rolling down their cheeks ,the tears of years old pain gushing out , till their vision got blurred and slowly they stopped laughing   and find their own reflections  in each others eyes and they could hear  the  common rhythm of their hearts.

" How are you Devu",Krishna broke the silence

"Fine, . and you?"

He  didn't replied. Again there was silence between them .Devu find it difficult cope up with the situation. She want to escape from it.

"Devu, any way there is nothing to expect in this Janma, can you be mine in the next birth"

It was an unexpected question from Krishna, and Devu was totally bowled out by his sudden change. She could see him coming closer to her and her heart began to beat in a faster pace. Now she could feel his breaths, so hot near her and he grabbed both her hands and kept them closer to his heart. She felt the hypnotizing rhythm there.

"Devu, . promise me that you will be mine in the next birth, come on dear please , don't let me down this time I need you so badly, you don't know how much I loved you, still I love you my dear"

Devu  forget everything for a moment, that she is a wife and a mother, what she could see is the boundless love  in Krishna's eyes, as if forced by some power she replied

"I wil be Krishna, . I will be yours, forgive me for not seeing your unconditional love, forgive me for turning you down mercilessly will you Krishna?"

He wiped the tears off her face tenderly .And she felt his arms tightening around her. Behind them the dark clouds showered bountiful rain .Devu stood there as a scintillating beauty with the mighty sprays of rain spread on her face and her beautiful curls bouncing. The wind came down towards them once again revealing its magic and majestic power in the quenching rain. She took away his hands from her

" Krishna I will be yours only in the next janma, now I don't belongs to you, and I have my duties too ,as a wife , as mother,wait for me Krishna "

Once again Devu walked away from Krishna. The pain of denying him pinning her down, she walked .She felt like her heart bleeding, a wound that time cannot heal ,she carried it within her.

" Oh! God what shall  I ask you for? ,an extention of the present life or for the next one with my passionate lover?"

The question emerged several times before her and she found  it difficult to get an answer.

 

 

The Sculptor and Dwarapalika

The Sculptor and Dwarapalika

 

The river flowed with titanic rage,

With white foamy anger it rushed,

Rather hastily towards the cascade,

The kingfisher plunged into the

Seething Maelstrom with hast,

Searching for it's pray in the depth

The Master sculptor stood there,

Shoulder deep in the roaring river,

His luxurious hair sticks to,

Black iron body revealing

The rustic charm of his manliness

Eyes closed he prayed to the sun god,

The attic sunlight played on his face,

With its gleeful mirth making it glow.

 

Slowly he walked with heavy strides,

Towards his hut up on the cliff,

A world full of statues waiting,

To be consecrated in to idols

The master arts man depicted

All moods of human mind

Yoga,Lasya,Kama,Bhoga with mastery

He made poetries with stone making

Intricate carving and sculptures.

 

The sculptor looked around him,

For a stone to be shaped in to Dwarapalika,

He moved his hands over the stones

To  identify their soul and sound,

His hands were moving over,

An oily black stone with care,

Suddenly he had a strange feel,

The stone giggled on his touch,

He kept his ears close to it

He heard it more clearly,

He could feel an electrifying effect

Pulsating every tissue in his body

He realized the heat of his blood,

Giving a thrive for divine creation,

He hurried for his chisel

Gracefully he started carving

With out paining her and with

 Great fondness and care and grace

His chisel moved along with the hammer,

For yet another master piece

He carved her with a burning desire.

Reflecting awe inspiring artistry

He made her eye to resemble lotus,

Her nose to resemble goddess Lakshmi

Her lips were seductive and tempting

Cheeks so chubby ornamented with dimple

He made her neck to resemble a conch

Her breast were full and beautiful

And narrow cleavage separated them

He tried all his skills to make her perfect,

For him she was an obsession

He worked madly on her.

He didn't know the seasons changing

With passion he carved her erotic sculpture

 

But the thought of parting her,

Made his mad and desperate,

She will be with him until ,

 The lunar fortnight to come

The thought of parting killing him

He worked on her exhausted

Not satisfied with her beauty

He worked day and night

His chisel and hammer moved over her

With tenderness not causing pain.

 

Now the time has arrived

He looked at her with tired eyes

She will be his only till this night

Thought of it ached him down

No one identified the burning desire

Which pinned him every moment

Oh! Dear one don't leave me,

With mournful eyes he pleaded.

 

Suddenly  the idol started moving

He could see his Dwarapalika

Coming towards him with graceful strides

The epitome of mesmerizing beauty

Revealed, he stood there eyes glued

She guided him down the cliff

With his hand in hers slowly

They descended  the steep together

She guided him towards the river side

The river shimmered in the milky moonlight

And the awe inspiring marble rocks

Made the terrain  perfect for their reunion

The white sand bed received them

And the starry sky roofed them

Together they traveled through

The less traversed paths of desire

Taking him to the cliffs of heavenly joy.

The river coiled and twisted through the cliff,

Roiling turbulence of the river touched their feet

With the moon and stars witnessing,

They became one and enjoyed

The fruits of romance in its full,

The ripples slowly raised in the tide

Drenching them head to foot,

He find his salvation in her embrace

Slowly the tide moved above them

Dipping them to the fathom of the river

 

 The sculptor lay  there with out experiencing,

 The warmth of the ripples that patting him,

His soul lifted slowly form him body,

And started its eternal journey,

Towards seemingly endless horizon,

Leaving his body embracing his dwarapilka

His Athma left him to the world of eternity.

Alone he traveled leaving behind

His life time's love and passion in the riverside

 

His Sculpture survived the ravages of nature

And stood as a monument of divine love

A sculpture of unparallel beauty

Dwarapalika waited in every lunar night

For another reunion with her master

 

Smile Please

This letter is from Banta Singh of Punjab to Mr. Bill Gates of Microsoft

Subject: Problems with my new computer

 

Dear Mr. Bill Gates,


 

We have bought a computer for our home and we have found some problems, which I want to bring to your notice.

1. There is a button ’start’ but there is no “stop” button. We request you to check this.

2. We find there is ‘Run’ in the menu. One of my friends clicked ‘run ‘ he ran upto Amritsar! So, we request you to change that to “sit”, so that we can click that by sitting.

3. One doubt is whether any ‘re-scooter’ is available in system? I find only ‘re-cycle’, but I own a scooter at my home.

4. There is ‘Find’ button but it is not working properly. My wife lost the door key and we tried a lot trace the key with this ‘ find’ button, but was unable to trace. Please rectify this problem.

5. My child learnt ‘Microsoft word’ now he wants to learn ‘Microsoft sentence’, so when you will provide that?

6. I brought computer, CPU, mouse and keyboard, but there is only one icon which shows ‘MY Computer’: when you will provide the remaining items?

7. It is surprizing that windows says ‘MY Pictures’ but there is not even a single photo of mine. So when will you keep my photo in that.

8. There is ‘MICROSOFT OFFICE’ what about ‘MICROSOFT HOME’ since I use the PC at home only.

9. You provided “My Recent Documents”. When you will provide “My Past Documents”?

 

10. You provide “My Network Places”. For God shake please do not provide “My Secret Places”. I do not want to let my wife know where I go after my office hours.

 

Regards,

 

Banta

 

 

The Sunday Breakfast

Sunday Break Fast

As usual bringing lot of happiness and gay another Sunday came. Both my daughters likes sat and Sundays since I won't disturb them with Alarm at 5.30 as usual. Both of them are two extremes. Akhila, elder one is lil bit reserved while younger one Ankita,a real go getter type , has her fingers in all School pies. Fighting with each other is one of their daily ordeals. Some time I really go mad with their fights. We share a warm familial bond and dote on our daughters.

With out them what's there in life?

I kept the breakfast on the table and four of us started eating. Being the first Sunday of the month, I kept an extra plate of breakfast neatly covered on the dining table. For that last few years we used to have a guest on first Sunday of every month. But last month he didn't turn up. But I do believe that this time any way he will come.

Exactly two years back if what I recollect is correct ,first Sunday of that month around 8O'clock in the morning our calling bell rang. I had opened the door and saw an old man of almost 80, standing in front of me with a huge bag. He was so tired after the walk, that he was gasping to intake air. His face was pale with age but fading sign of aristocracy was visible in his eyes. There was something appealing about the old man. I could see the "poonool" under his clean ,but gray with age shirt. He asked me whether I need camphor, agarbathy etc. My first instinct was to tell no, since it was the beginning of the month we purchased things from the supermarket. But respecting his age I brought few things from what he had ,even though they were not needed. I wanted to give him something to eat, but I was afraid being a Brahmin, whether he will accept it or not. But some how I had managed to ask him whether he will accept a cup of tea. I saw his eyes widening, with pleasure he accepted my request. I invited him inside our house and served breakfast.

There onwards he became a regular visitor to our house on first Sunday of every month. Initially MC didn't like it, but I succeeded in convincing him later. The old man's name was Raman Namboothiri,a bachelor and he lived his entire life for his sister, but when he became old and weak, nobody was there to take care about him. Even his sister's son was not ready to accept him and expelled him from the house and living in penury. He used to recite Sloka's from Sanskrit to my daughters followed by its Malayalam translation. He narrated the stories from epics too (want to know the definition of epics, A book which people prise and does'nt read)He had a slight resemblance to my grandfather, who died years before. With his appealing behavior, he became a close friend of my daughters.

But for the past two months he didn't come .I don't know exactly what happened to the old man, but I still keep his breakfast ready on this Sunday too, hoping this time he will turn up.

On Sunday,at night I was in a sound sleep, I did felt that somebody is calling me, I was still in the drowsy mood of sleep, but identified the old man's face clearly , he was asking me whether I can provide him with a cup of tea, In half sleep, I get out of the bed, opened the door of our bedroom, walked towards kitchen and put the kettle with water on the stove and searched for lighter. By that time only I was aware of what I am doing. I checked the time. It was 1.am.I hurried back to our bedroom. Mc and my daughters were sleeping there safe and sound. I started sweating, I thought

" shall I call MC and tell him about it? No let him sleep. Who is going to believe me" But I was sure that I saw the old man and his request for a drink. If I tell him,Mc will make a compliant about my habit of sleeping late. "You need rest badly dear", may be that will be his comment. Slowly with out disturbing them I slipped myself under the delicate blanket of memories.

Next morning Ammu(ankita) came running to me with the newspaper telling me the old man died in an accident yesterday night.I stood there standstill. Words got tucked inside my throat. Who will believe me if I tell, what happened in the previous night. I looked towards the place where, Krishna's statue was kept; he had a naughtiest ever smile on his face .Oh! You know everything. "Krishna,Guruvayoorappa " I sighed.

 

Mrs.Lolitha Dev

Mrs.Lolitha Dev

Dr.Niranjan sat there, frozen looking at his laptop. He read the mail again and again but he found it difficult to digest. It was from Mr.Ghosh and the lines went on like this.

" I am Mr.Ghosh father of Lolitha, who is no more by the time you read this mail. She was my only daughter and was suffering from acute cancer and passed away two days before. She asked me to let u know about her departure saying you were her close friend. Thank you doctor for making my girl's last moments happier."

Oh God! What a twist in the plot? Dr, Niranjan who is about to step in to his fifty was taken aback by the story unfolded to him. His thoughts drifted .

It was in last December, after a tiresome operation he was back in his room exhausted.

He had a hot coffee from the flask and relaxed. Out side it was raining heavily. He watched the rustic charm of hills drenched in the rain. He just opened his orkut account in the laptop. Few scraps were there and he carelessly replied them and just flipped through the pages and stopped by a very attractive picture of lotus flower and by curiosity just went through the profile. It was of Mrs.Lolita Dev from Kolkatta, a home maker and a mother too. He had an urge to add her in his friends list and send a request to her. After few days she accepted the request and they became friends. Mails flied between inboxes. Within few months they became close friends. They discussed everything under earth and he was overwhelmed by her intelligence and appealing mails, which were very poetic. Once they became very close he asked her for more details regarding her and she shut herself out from him and stopped sending mails. He was so panicked and after his repeated request she came back again under the condition that he will never ask her about her details. Their friendship flourished again, a pure relation between two adults .For him her husband and son were very familiar ones and so is his family to her. But she never send him any snaps of them and he dared to ask her for since he thought that she will go away from him. Months passed and they were so close that they cannot survive without each others mails.A nameless,faceless,soundless relation but a very sweet one.

But suddenly her mails stopped coming. He was so desperate and even after his repeated requests she never answered back .Months passed and she remained as his personal loss. Every now and then his thoughts drifted to her and it caused countless pain to him. Slowly she remained as a sweet memory that he cherished a lot.

Now He found it difficult to adjust himself with the twist in the play. He couldn't believe that the lady to whom he was communicating was a teenager and that too she was a cancer patient. She was actually knitting out a story that she want to live. A loving husband a cute little son, all were her dreams and through the mails she was living her life that she know well that will never materialize. It was more than something he could consume. Of god how cruel you are? Why did you do so with the sweet little girl? His mind was turbulent like an ocean, with memories of her conquering him. God what can I do to over come these sorrows?

He sat there unaware of the elapse of time thinking about his soul friend Lolitha and the premature death of their wonderful relation!

 

Nature is precious

Nature is precious

As we all know nature is very precious. But how many of us give it a serious think,no one. Each one of us exploit to the maximum. We can just look in to a simple example to know it seriousness. Have you notice a humming bird sucking honeyfrom a flower? It does it by gently putting it inside the flower and intakes only what is sufficient for its thirst. Rest it keeps back for pollination. In its act it is very careful enough not to harm even a petal of the flower.

Now think about us, what we will be doing in the same situation? We will suck out the last drop of honey even though we never need that quantity. Also we are least bothered about ,the state of the flower too. We just want to fulfill our greed, no matter what happens to the others. We keep on exploiting the nature for our greed .Mother nature Just keeps silence monitoring these gluttons. But be ware, one day the Volcano will burst

out. Then there will be no escape.

So friends save our nature, by taking only what we need to survive from it ,and that too with out disturbing its rhythm.

 

The Rain Coluds have something To say


The Rain Clouds have something to say


 


Last saturday we a group of 3 faculty members and 13 students went to


visit an orphanage as a part of compulsory Social Service,which the Degree students have to


undergo as a part of their carriculam.I was little bit sad since the weekends are usually


dedicated to my family.They started complaining, and I know the reason too that they


don’t want to miss me.Finally we made an agreement that my younger daughter will


come along with me and the elder one and papa will go for some outing.


 


By 9 O’clock in the morning we started our journey to Mudukad ,a small village in


Palakkad district in Kerala.Childern had a great time in the bus , they started playing


Anthakshari and pulled each other legs.My daughter Ammu also became a part of


it.With her naughty behaviour she conqured every one’s heart. I loved travelling


becouse thats the time I usually dive in to imaginations and they were let free for


wandering.It had a floting effect, Just


thinking about crazy things and odd experiences. In between I never missed the least


chance to enjoy the beautiful landcape.Palakkad was known for its paddy fieds


earlier.But now there is no trace of it at all .Once in a while in your journey you can see


an isolated barren filed.Also there were few tall palm trees trying to catch the clouds in


the heigh.It was a rainy day, and myself is an ardent fan of rain.I loved everything


about it.Its rytham,Its raga,the choppy water,the way it pours and numerous magics it did on the


surrouding.Watching rain throw my window bars is one of my favourite hobby.I used to


see only its beauty.Later once my best friend remainded me of the other side of it , its


furry and the damage it causes to the under privilaged ones.Let me thank my dear friend


for making my eyes open to a great truth.


 


 


By 12 in the noon we reached in the convent. It was run by sister’s.There were four of


them and we had a warm welcome over there.We saw there little girls there, two were of


10 years and the younger one was of 6 years old.The sisters told us that all the three


are HIV+. Their parents died early and the kids are now in the custody of nuns. They


were given proper medical attention since on of the inmates of the orphanage Sr.Rinny


is a doctor.Since our socity is not genours enough to accept them they cannot be send


to scholl , but a lady from near by house comes daily to the convent to teach them.It was


really heart berakening experience .Three little innocent kids were deprived of their


happiness and life just for the sin somebody has done!


We had a lot of gifts with us to give them and they were very happy when the students


presented it to them.The kids really enjoyed with the students.The danced and sung


with them and together we had lunch too.While passing through the corridors of the


convent ,I notice three plates and glasses kept separarely on a dusk.The pain went


directly in to my heart as a dart.Oh! God why you are so unkind.My pain worsened when


the sisters told me that the kids were aware about their illness and that they won’t last for


long.That was an hearberaking expereince, I find it difficult to look in to their innocent


eyes.At the same time felt ashamed of myself.I could feel all the pride inside me waxing


down in a moment. My mind ,body,designation,qualification everything coming down to


vacuum.I tried hard to hide my tears.


Time was just flying away as if they have got wings.Its already 4′Oclock.Now time for us


to leave.We find it very difficult to bid farewell.The youngest one Sruthy clinched my


hands and begged “Teacher don’nt go”.I don’nt have words to tell her.I give a kiss on


her tender cheeks and hurried to our bus.


The sky rapidly changed,there were thick dark clouds ready to start showering.I felt that


the clouds are trying to tell me something.I sharpened my ears,I could hear them telling


me “Please come agiain”.I replied inside me , Of course I will come back, for giving


presents to sruthy,to play with her, to teach her the values of life,to show her the


spelnders of the world , I will come again.


 


The clouds started pouring in with revenge.I could feel their fury.We pulled down the


shutters,but the wind sparyed drops on them with vengence.In side the bus every one


were silent, each carried a heavy monsoon inside them, which created trecherous


whirlpools and deadly undercurrents inside them.


Do good to the society and decide what kind of death you want , the one as heigh as


Golan hills or a tender one as lighter as a feather? I want a death as heigh as Golan


hills what about you?