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The Love of Absence

2023-08-25T00:05:00.002+05:30

The absence is nothing but a void

That wants to be filled with entirety

That wants to stay silent till the hell breaks loose.

The shadows of the past may haunt you for long

The drapes of darkness will fall someday

The mystery may get solved too, but,

What will remain etched in the memory shall remain forever,

It’s nothing new, was never known too,

The sacrilege to the heavenly bond will stay strong too, but,

The only thing that will matter most , the truth,

Will never be found, will never exist.

It’s the absence of everything that will haunt,

The presence never shocks nor thrills, it speaks

The dilemma of a shredded heart, a broken wing, a dying dream.

For the night is the friend of those who sleep,

Those who don’t, fall prey to grief.

The darkness engulfs the sorrow and promises for light

The light that never shines nor sings, it speaks

The tale of a sunken heart, a trodden leaf, a fighting mind.

Let all the hell break loose now

Let all the shadows go missing,

Let the memory be profound

Let the heart fly with a dream with hope, existence and mindfulness.

Let there be everyone holding hands together

Waiting to board the first ship to solve the mystery of a lifetime

Let there be you and I, waiting for our turn to succumb

In this mystery of life and never return.

A life which is full now, nil of voids, full only.

A life less dark, less dreamy, less haunted.

A life of only you and I.

PS, 25.08.2023

FIVE BOOKS CAN CHANGE YOUR LIFE FOREVER!

2021-06-21T23:00:00.007+05:30

Welcome guys, this post is about the 5 BOOKS that can change your life forever. Yes! It has created magic and wonders that are unimaginable. Check out what 5 books is recommended by SarkarTimes247-

1. IKIGAI: the Japanese secret to a long and happy life

The #1 Best Seller Book on Amazon in recent times under the topic 'Society and Social Sciences' is worth the read. We have often heard about how work-life balance and sync with nature are essential for survival. This book will take you for a ride on another level. Trust me, you won't regret reading the just 208-paged magic in your hands. Ikigai is an art as well as a science that Japanese people have known since time immemorial. It is a way to live for the greater good. We all must have this book with us and guess what it's available just at a very reasonable price! You will enjoy reading and yes don't forget to implement the advice that this book delivers for reaping the best results. Go get your copy by following the link given below.

https://amzn.to/2SIRRFN

My Rating- ( 4/5 Stars)

2. The Secret

If I tell you that everything that you can desire is possible. How would you react then? Yes, whatever you think you can become is true, your thoughts become your things. There is a single universal force that is always working towards your dreams and aspirations. Great personalities of their times like Isaac Newton, Albert Einstein, Shakespeare, Beethoven and Hugo, and others all believed and worked towards this secret recipe that only few have known and applied in their lives for their immense success and popularity. What if you get the secret to health, wealth and happiness? Would you not run for it? Don't waste time and get your copy of this value for money book of a lifetime. Ask, Believe and Achieve.

https://amzn.to/3wNh9B8

My Rating- ( 4/5 Stars)

3. The Alchemist

"When you really want something to happen, the whole universe will conspire so that your wish comes true", this is the core of the novel wonderfully written by Paulo Coelho in a record two weeks' time. First published in Brazil in the year 1988, the novel became a blockbuster in the world of writing and the author was shot to fame. Dreams do come true and the journey makes it worthwhile. For a magical piece of writing full of unforgettable characters with many layers of emotions, one should definitely read this. Available on Amazon still stocks last. Go get your copy of this 25th Anniversary edition at a very reasonable price only now from the given link below-

https://amzn.to/3cZLYea

My Rating- ( 4.5/5 Stars)

4. Tuesdays with Morrie

Written by the American author Mitch Albom, this memoir was an instant hit becoming a US bestseller when published. The way the author has portrayed the life of an old man Morrie as the central character will make your heart warm with emotions. Life should be meaningful not long. Death is inevitable but what you can change is your present. So take your life as a beautiful present and start making others happy and help them in need. Don't regret later the mishaps that became lost opportunities and wisdom gone in drains. Like the 78-year-old Morrie who never said 'Never' and always worked upon to become a source of inspiration to his students, this book will surely help you rediscover a newer you. Why to wait then? Get your copy right away. Link given below

https://amzn.to/3d1q6iB

My Rating- ( 4/5 Stars)

5. The Little Prince

With the recognition of the MOST TRANSLATED BOOK AFTER THE HOLY BIBLE in the world till date, The Little Prince originally published in French draws its inspiration from the great world war that made the author who was also a pilot to write a story about a young prince who is out to explore the world in search of the ultimate truth. This is a book that forms a part of the school curriculum of children in France that teaches them the lessons of life at a very early age. You need to read this book multiple times, first when you are as a child or when you are a teen, second when you are an adult now, and third when you are in your fifties or sixties. Every time you will find a different interpretation. Still fresh and highly recommended by us to all who are finishing this post right now. Guys, please grab your copy from the below link which is available for your good. Thank me later.

https://amzn.to/3vFCk73

My Rating- ( 5/5 Stars)

So which one have you finished reading? Would love to know your reactions soon :)

~P.S~

Digital Vidya- A Single Platform for all your DM needs

2021-05-26T10:01:00.000+05:30

I have been writing blogs since 2007, spending 14 long years just to understand how to make it more visible and reader-friendly as I was not focused at that time and took my blogging journey as a hobby. But things have changed post-2010 and so is the world of blogging in this digital age. As I am writing this post right now, locked up in this Pandemic was never the plan, such uncertain times. But yes, the knowledge of future-ready of digital marketing and social media marketing as I say 'E-skills for every marketeer proved to be a game-changer for me. I was interested in learning digital marketing in the year 2017 when I decided to have my resume updated and sharpen my existing marketing career in the rapidly changing outside world. I came across the profile of Pradeep Chopra, a digital marketing pioneer and CEO of Digital Vidya and I followed his articles and interviews and got to know the benefits of Content Writing, Digital and Social Media Marketing, a highly lucrative job in present time. According to the latest survey, 56% of go-to businesses in India are going to shift to Digital Marketing. So there is an immense scope of job opportunities who want to enter this industry. I enrolled myself in
Digital Vidya and started my journey of DM, SEO, and SEM tools without wasting time further.

The best part is, their Learning Management System( LMS) is for a lifetime and can be accessed 24x7 to upgrade your skills from the comfort of your home. You get a program coordinator assigned to you who is always available to reach out and solve your queries related to the program. The concept of a mentee and mentor is first introduced which helps you learn at your convenience without any time limit. It is indeed a very versatile and flexible course that you can practice side by side in your free time after your routine job and you can get certified as a digital marketing expert. The Digital Marketing course is divided into sections like Inbound Marketing, SMM, SEM, SEO, Web Analytics, Email Marketing, Content Writing, Blogging Workshops and so many to chose from. Like me, there are many in thousands who have benefitted and are reaping their success stories in their respective professional or entrepreneur life. The return on investment? It's priceless. There is placement support where you can appear for job interviews if you are a fresher and also experienced digital marketing professional. They conduct meetings and webinars with industry stalwarts that really helped me broaden the scope and understanding of the course. They conduct certification exams for which you need to be prepared and perform to get certified as a digital marketing pioneer in your field.

I am still connected with the Digital Vidya team and it is a pleasure always to find them being the best mentors available amongst their peers in the online- education industry and they stand out due to their continuous and flexible support system. Thank you team Digital Vidya for staying with me and supporting me in my digital marketing journey. I now have a blog where I publish content frequently and readers from across the globe visit and send me emails asking for collaborations and solutions to their queries. Digital marketing has come a long way and it is here to stay with us forever. All the best to those who are going to take this joyride and I wish you great success. Click on the link to know more about the program- https://www.digitalvidya.com/digital-marketing-course-in-mumbai/

See you in another post. Take Care and Be Safe. Keep Learning and Upgrading.

Prasenjit Sarkar

Owner & Blogger@SarkarTimes247.com

26-05-2021

‘लता, आज चाय नहीं पिलाओगी?’

2021-04-06T23:50:00.001+05:30

(संदीप संग रुचि‍‍‍‍‍‍)

मानो कल की ही हो बात उनसे हमारी हुई मुलाकात

उनकी हाथ की चाय के क्या कहने है,

लगा जैसे जन्मो का अटूट बंधन हो,

बस हमसे सम्हला ना गया और हम गलती कर बैठे कि उनसे शादी कर बैठे!

हम आपसे शादी कर बैठे.

आप ने हमेशा समझाया, रवि इस चक्कर में ना फँसो बहुत पचताओगे,

हमने बात पलट के उनसे पूछा , एकटक बस वही पाँच शब्द-

‘लता, आज चाय नहीं पिलाओगी?’

रवि और लता को जब हिमाद्रि और अभिलाषा हुए

तब हमने जिद रखी, हम एक को डाक्टर और एक इंजीनियर बनायेंगे

लता ने तब कहा हमसे, ‘गर कवि और लेखक बन गये तो क्या कम हो जायेगा आपका प्यार?

क्या नहीं होंगे इनके सपने साकार?’

आपने अपना समय दिया और साथ में हमारे हिस्से का भी,

समय नदी कि भान्ति बहता गया, लहर दर लहर समुंदर में हीरे-मोती, हीरे-मोती.

जब दो सुखद संसार बसे, एक कवि और एक लेखिका उभरे, तब जाकर लता से पूछ लिये-

‘लता, आज चाय नहीं पिलाओगी?’

जब साठ की सीमा लांघ लिये तब यौवन का ख्याल आया

कुछ मुरझाये गुलाब कि पंखुडिया गालिब कि किताब में दबे मिले,

आंखों के समंदर में डूबे रहे मेरे कुछ अरमान ऐसे निकले

कुछ धुँधलाये यादों में से उनकी तस्वीर बना लाये,

दस्तक देती है आज भी उनकी मुस्कान मेरे मन के द्वार

वही चेहरा याद आता है लता, मानो मिले थे जब हम दो पहली बार.

याद करता हू आज भी गुजरे हुए वह पैंतीस साल

जब तुमने कहा था, ‘रवि मुझे एक वचन दो बस आखिरी बार,

मिलोगे तुम मुझे वही मेरे घर के द्वार, मेरे चौखट पे तुम्हारे दस्तक का रहेगा इंतजार.

मुसकुराऊंगी उस बार, कम शर्माऊंगी, पर बेझिझक बेबाक तुम मुझसे पूछना एक बार-

लता, आज चाय नहीं पिलाओगी?’

~प्रसेनजित सरकार 06.04.2021

…यह खिड़कियाँ

2020-10-28T23:57:00.000+05:30

आज खुल गयी वह खिड़कियाँ वापिस से

जैसे मानो बंद होने का नाम ही न ले रही हो

बाहर की हवा का असर है लगता है, काफी नुकसान हो चला है इसे अब तक

अंदर का जोर भी आज बाहर से मुकाबला कर नहीं पा रहा है

मैं सोचता हूं अकसर यह

मानो अगर यह खिड़कियाँ न होती तो क्या होता

क्या हम अपने सपनों के दरवाजों को खोल पाते?

या बंद ही रखते यह सोचकर की चलो

अंधे ही सही मन की खिड़कियों से जीना सीख लेते है

यह भी अच्छा मजाक कर जाती है जिंदगी में

जब खुली होती है तब हम इन्हें बंद कर लेते है

आज नीचे बहुत शोर हुआ, देखा गली में बच्चे खेल रहे है

उनके मन की खिड़कियां खुली है अभी, बंद तो मैंने कर रखे थे अब तक,

आज सामने के घर में रौनक नहीं है, शायद घर पे कोई न हो

या कोई है जिसने आँखें खुली रखी है पर अँधेरे से प्यार कर बैठा अब तक,

ऊपर का आधा चाँद कितना अकेला दिख रहा है आज

आज चमकते सितारों की चादर मैंने बिछा रखी है मेरे मन में

मेरे दिल का आधा टुकड़ा आज इसी खुली खिड़की से बाहर छलांग लगा चुका है

शायद ऊपर अपने चाँद से मिलने जा बैठे , किसे पता

वह किसी के आँखों का आँसू है तो किसी के चेहरे की ख़ुशी,

वह आज दूर जा चुका है, है किसी को उसका इंतजार

कोई प्रेम राग गा रहा है, तो कही है कोई बेताब

किसी ने अपने खत में उसे लिखा है, ‘क्या कर पाओगे मुझसे इतना प्यार?’

इन खिड़कियों में लगा यह कांच आज धुंधला पड़ चुका है

शायद इन्हें कोई तोड़ दे, पर चलो अच्छा है,

कभी न कभी तो यह वापिस बंद हो ही जाएगी

एक कागज का टुकड़ा इसे ढक लेगा और फिर

वापिस यह इंतजार में खुलने को बेताब

किसी के उंगलियों की कद्र और किसी के आंसुओं का सब्र करना सिखा देगी

और फिर किसी के चहचहाते बोल इसे पसंद आने लगेंगे

और फिर किसी के नोकझोंक से यह वापस खड़खड़ाएगी

यह जिन्दा रहेगी मेरी तरह, मेरे अरमानों के समन्दर में गोते खाते रहेगी

मेरे सपनों के महल में एक हिस्सा बनकर जुड़ी रहेगी

मेरे मन की आँखें बनेगी यह दो खिड़कियां

अब खुली रहेगी इन्तेजार में उसके…

…यह खिड़कियाँ

~प्रसेनजित सरकार~ 28.10.2020

A Recognition by Team Storymirror

2020-10-09T20:27:00.004+05:30

Again, there is some good news. I am grateful to all who have helped me grow in my successful writing journey of more than twelve years with lots of appreciation and criticism as well that has helped me in creating a better version of me. I present to you the interview on Storymirror which is one of the largest online platforms available in India where people write and read content available in almost all major Indian languages. Here is the link to my interview-

My Interview With Storymirror

I hope you will continue supporting me in my literary journey which is really very close to my heart and I promise to stand on your expectations and keep writing more and more for you all.

A big THANK YOU to all.

GAME OVER

2020-08-10T00:51:00.055+05:30

Continuing from the previous post-

https://www.sarkartimes247.com/2020/04/love-is-river-that-flows-and.html

The Final Chapter

3:56 pm

Curiosity killed the cat. Every time, when someone starts thinking too much over simple stuff, things get complicated. Krishna was becoming so restless that he could not find any better way to leave early from office only to open the envelope with his privacy and nothing else. He came down to one of his company's old warehouses where he visits occasionally on the way home. The wait was killing him with each passing second.

3:58 pm

"I should definitely open it now," said Krishna who just entered inside unlocking the door.

As he tore the envelope, he was shocked to find a small pen drive. With enough curiosity, he went inside his office and started the computer. He inserted the Pendrive and waited for the autoplay option.

Just a single click of the mouse button and that brought the ultimate chills down his spine. He could not believe his eyes, he screamed in utter shock, " Oh ****!! what shit is this?? How possible??"

There was this entire video clearly shot from a little distance showing him standing with both arms wide open over the bridge opposite to a car that is speeding towards him. As her car stops, Priya is seen coming out happily embracing the love of her life, the one with whom she has dreamt of spending her entire life; Krishna is now holding her in his arms. Suddenly, he is shown moving a little and there he pushes Priya down the bridge; She falls down the river with a screaming voice and vanishes in seconds. Krishna gets the car moving close to the old broken iron railings and gives an ultimate push to the car off the old bridge meeting the final fate just like her lady love(?). He waits just to confirm that the whole car gets drowned completely along with all the proofs till the last minute. He carefully checks around if anybody has witnessed his crime and leaves the scene walking away hurriedly. Video ends.

Krishna loses control and deletes the video first. After that, he throws away the Pendrive to the floor and tries to crush with his shoes that he forgot to take off. He cries after that, fearing the truth is known by someone. With fear in his eyes, he reaches to his phone and again tries to call Priya's number.

"Damn it. Whoever you are, I will find you out. Very soon." Disturbed, he throws away his mobile phone onto the sofa. The voice coming out from the phone- 'Please Check the number...'

Suddenly he gets a call from an unknown number.

Hesitatingly he picks up the mobile phone and takes the call.

"Hello?"

"Krishna? Why did you do this to me? I trusted you and you did this to me? Why Krishna why?"

Hearing Priya's voice clearly on the mobile phone, Krishna gets freaked out." Priya? Are you there? Is that really you? Where are you Priya? You are thinking wrong Priya...I love you Priya..I ..I..Lo.."

And then comes another voice, "Krishna? Are you all right?"

"Who is this...Sandhya? You? Is that you Sandhya? Speak out Sandhya...is that really you?"

" So I was right. You killed Priya knowingly, knowingly that she was having your baby and you killed her mercilessly Krishna..how dare you do that to her?? How could you Krishna?Why ????

As if Sandhya was crying on the other side and her words shaking as if she is horrified to know the entire truth right now.

"What Bullshit Sandhya, its a conspiracy against me. I didn't kill her. It was an accident. Everyone knows she vanished near the bridge. Maybe she tried committing suicide after knowing she got...., maybe not. Maybe she is still alive. You know what? She is still sending me these envelopes reminding me how much she loves me. She is alive Sandhya, she is alive. Believe me. I have not killed her. She is alive!!!"

"Krishna, those envelopes were sent by me to you. Remember that day when you came to pick me up for the office. I put that green envelope numbered 2 inside your car while entering. You didn't notice it. That morning it was me who sent you that blue envelope with number 1 just to test you whether you remember the heinous crime that you have committed."

"What? No.. it's not true. Say Sandhya... it's not true."

"It is the truth Krishna, that you were lying to me. You knew already that if you marry Priya, then your father and your paternal relations could throw you out of their house, property, shares, and business. Priya, being the daughter of your father's rival in business was not a perfect fit for you, she never was. It was her foolishness that she trusted you. And what you did? You tried to eradicate her and her baby who was yet to see the light in this world. Shame on you Krishna...Chee Chee...I spit on you spineless man."

"Sandhya, don't say such things. I love you Sandhya, I love you, baby, this is all fake, photoshopped, that's not me..the video is doctored. I can prove that."

"Can you prove your love for Priya? No, because you failed her. It was me Krishna, to whom she always used to say so many good things about you. She used to say how good you take care of herself. In your firm, she gave me all the support that I needed with a job. As an assistant to her professionally and as a close friend to her personally, she told me everything about you. She always had this positive thing to share about you. But you cheated on her. You tried to get engaged with me just to please your father, being all aware that Priya is going to give birth to your child and she heavily wanted you to take the lead for the marriage to happen, to talk to your father. She was so happy that day you know? On that Valentine's day, she thought you would confirm the news of marriage to her. She wanted to record everything on her phone being a very special moment. So she gave me her phone before knowing that you could do such a barbaric such shameful thing to her. How could you Krishna? How could you. I have got the proofs with me and soon they will be available with media. You need to confess your crime Krishna, you have to do it."

"Sandhya, I am sorry Sandhya, Please don't do this Sandhya, We are also partners in the company and soon going to tie the knot. Please don't do anything that can create trouble for both of us. Okay? I will tell you everything. But please please don't do this to me. I plead to you. Don't do this to me."

"Sorry Krishna, I guess this is the best birthday gift you can get tonight after taking the life of someone who left everything for you. You lost it Krishna and you will face the worst from now onwards. YOUR GAME IS OVER."

Krishna got tensed, he knew this could mean the end of his career and personal relations with his family. His paternal relations like his uncle, his cousins who are still with the business may soon deny him his share of profits and properties knowing the criminal act and could bar him from the board of directors, partnerships, and all other rights applicable as of now. The news of Priya's homicide by the scion of the elite business group of the Shanmughams may spark controversy in the media and this could very well mark a dent on his personal and professional relations as well. With his mind getting all messed up, Krishna searched for the medicine that he has been taking for the migraine pain. He pops some extra pills and soon lay unconscious on his bed with his eyes closing down all by themselves.

He could see the haunting face of Priya reappear from the drowning car with a scar on her upper right eyebrow and severely cracked cheekbone moving towards him up the bridge, smiling continuously and getting closer and closer until suddenly her blood-soaked hands grab his long neck taking him down into the waters for the ultimate demise.

12:47 am in the night.

Banging on the doors continues, some voices can be heard as well from outside. The doorbell keeps on ringing. On the floor lay the lifeless body of Krishna succumbed to a possible drug overdose with eyes half-closed, his mouth wide open with a bit of foaming that seems natural now.

His mobile phone was continuously ringing. Rest In Peace.

Who would have thought to celebrate his birthday like that!

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..happy birth-dddd........"

#JoDikhtaHaiWohSachHotaNahi #JoSachHaiWohDikhtaNahi

#InsanKoApneKarmoKaPhalIseJanamMeMiltaHai

-THE END-

~P.S~10.08.2020~

Love is a River that flows and...

2020-04-18T22:07:00.002+05:30

Continue reading from here-

https://www.sarkartimes247.com/2020/02/the-ugly-truth.html

♪♪Tied to a sallow heart...Why does he want to bring me where he goes? Oh and to find out the reasons why it's enough to make you wanna try for one last night♪♪

"Krish...look how beautiful this looks, no?" Priya was showing him how the big round sun was setting slowly down the creek. Both of them were sitting over the concrete blocks of the now-defunct old iron bridge where no one comes, no one drives. Both of them holding hands of each other with their Merc and Sedan facing each other.
"Yes, indeed, the sun changes color every time and the sky too."
"So what you are thinking? Shall we go on with this? Is this working?"
"Yes, yes, it's our decision. You should keep that. I am not saying NO. But I am not comfortable with a YES also. I don't know."
"Krish, if anything bothers you, feel free to share. I will accept whatever you say."
"Sure, I am Okay. I am in. Maybe..."
"Is that a Yes? Really??"

Krishna could see the happiness in the eyes of Priya. She had shining kohl-lined eyes and with the setting sun, her beauty was going for a full shot. Krishna nodded in positive.
"I am so happy Krish. Let's get engaged. My parents like you so much. I hope your parents will like me too. Isn't it?"
"Yes, definitely." Krishna's voice was a little low now. He was happy. But there was something that bothered him. He said," What if we can go a little slow? I like you. You like me. Maybe we should go a little slow?"
"Krish, its 2 months. I just have one more month. After that everyone gonna know about us. Do you care now?" Her eyes welled up, Krishna could clearly see the shining pearly drops of her tears flowing. He hugs her and comforts her," Give me a week's time Priya, I promise It won't be that long."
"I believe you, Krish, I believe you." Priya brings her mouth close to Krish. Krish reclines and catches her faces with both palms. The sweetness of the lips finds the way through the hearts of the two evening birds; one tied soul who is caged and another free soul who doesn't know how to fly.
"I will come and wait for you here on the 14th. This valentine will be special indeed. I believe."
Saying so, Priya got up and started walking to her Merc. Krishna saw her getting inside the car with a big smile. He smiled from there and bade her goodbye. She left.

"Welcome Mr.Iyer, how are you doing? Everything fine?" Said a man wearing a brown overcoat having big glasses on a bald head. He was in his fifties or so. Another gentleman who was a little older than him was accompanying a beautiful young girl. He continued, "And may I know about you, sweetheart? Mr. Iyer's younger daughter?"
"Hello, Mr. Shanmugam. No, I have a younger sister. I am Sandhya. Haha."
"Nice meeting you Sandhya. Hope you will take care of father's aspirations and business very soon."
"As soon as he is a partner in your company, this is not my forte."
Mr. Shanmugam's happy face takes a little departure here and the other old man says," Hey Sandhya, this company is also yours. I have bought a few shares in your name in my company. You know that?"
"Appa, I was just pulling your leg. haha. Don't worry Mr. Shanmugam as soon as he is my Appa, no one is going to stand in front of us. Right, Appa?" They both chuckle and Mr. Shanmugam clears his voice a little now with ease.
"Aah...come let me introduce you to my one and only son, Krishna."
Hearing his name Krishna turns around and Sandhya gets a glance at him. Looking at him, a guy of such a stealing smile and eyes that are deep like the ocean, Sandhya couldn't turn away her eyes off him.
"Pleasure meeting you Miss..." asked Krishna.
"Sandhya...Sandhya Iyer. Nice meeting you Mr. Krishna Shanmugam." She smiled a little.

01.10 pm
At Dario's.

"What happened? Where are you lost, Krishna? enquired Sandhya sitting in front of him.
Their order comes to the table.
"Ya, Brocolli and Mushroom Soup here. That Lemon soda over there."
"Thank you. Sandhya..i want to tell you something."
"Yes. what is it that bothers you? This Soup is so yummy." Sandhya felt relaxed after having the first bite of the Chocolate Croissants." They will be bringing the Ratatouille for the main course. Sans mushroom but with a dollop of cheese. Lots of it." She was excited.
"Sandhya I need your answer."
"Yes, please?"
" I got this notebook from someone who gave it to me this morning at my office. And there is something that is really making me upset."
"What thing?"
"Isn't this...YOU?" Krishna places the page of the notebook to Sandhya's side. Sandhya's happy face turned sour this time. Food stuck in the middle of nowhere. Her eyes frozen and she is now in complete shock.
"This is so..ME...yes! How beautiful. I even have this designer Mustard colored dress! But this is so in black and white. Maybe a sketch of me. I remember wearing this dress someday. But how? "
"You won't believe where I found this.......!"
His pause was enough to make Sandhya uneasy.
"This notebook belongs to..?"
"Priya..." concluded Krishna looking straight into her eyes. Sandhya moves her eyes away in negative.
Sandhya laughs a little now. "Oh.. I was so thrilled for a moment. But how come she sketched so well? She used to write poems? Isn't it? "
"Yes, and there is a poem written just after your sketch in this notebook a few months after her death. Sounds fishy?"
"You mean to say, the last thing she did before her death was...she sketched me in this outfit?"
"Yes, I remember, this was our first Valentine's date, together. The same day she died in the freaky accident. Probably."
"Then who wrote the poem? Not her right? She is not a ghost now..am I right?"
"I don't think she has written this."
"What's written in that notebook?" She grabs the last page of the notebook where there was a short poem and it read,

Quote

'Love is a river that flows,
unending with no hopes or destination,
trying to return back again to the lover
for the one last time.'
'Then it never fades away,
how bad the memories be
It pinches you hard and makes you weak
on your knees, drowning in the creek
like a car with no brakes indeed.'

- P.N unquote

"Priya Nair. I think this is her handwriting."
"Are you sure.?
"Yes, I believe her. I am scared if she is alive. or is this my vagary? Am I hallucinating?"
"What? Maybe someone else has written. Better concentrate on your starters now. It's not a safe place to discuss right now."
"Here comes the Ratatouille miss, with extra cheese as per your choice. Please enjoy." the waiter delivered the dish in front of them. Both the faces now dull with the spoon just playing with the plate. As if hunger has vanished and the croissants cold.
"I got an envelope."
"An envelope? What's there inside?"
"It says to OPEN at 4 PM only."
" Okay, as you wish. Let me know what you get in surprise. I will wait for your call."

Krishna was looking at the sketch as if Priya was staring looking for answers

"Is there any other girl in your life? Tell me, Krishna, is there?"

And Priya shot her car straight down the creek, with no trace of her found from the wreckage. Is she still alive? If yes, then why is she hiding from me? Why is she playing with me? Does Sandhya know how Priya died in that accident? I only told her that she passed away in that accident and she may not know exactly how and that I cannot tell her?After two years..why she wants to return?

Sandhya's face was dull. As if she was not happy anymore. The fancy main course dish makes no sense to both of them now. She wondered, 'What's there with Krishna? Why all of a sudden he started talking about Priya? Is she still alive? But it is not possible. I saw Priya drowning in the creek with her Merc. No, it's not possible. Or if it so?' Sandhya was silent and had no answers to her questions. Krishna was silent. They both stared at each other as if they were holding the biggest secrets in their hearts. But what really happened? Do they both know?

~~The final chapter of this series is going to publish soon. Keep watching this space and happy reading.~~

#KuchBateinAisiBhiHotiHain #KuchSecretsAiseBhiHoteHain #KyaPriyaZindaHai #YaSandhyaKuchJantiHai

~P.S~ 18.04.2020

The Ugly Truth

2020-02-05T00:06:00.000+05:30

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Gupta left the room giving a confused look to Krishna. Wiping his face, he thought for a second that everything is fake. Maybe this is a copy-paste stuff or some very good editing. But the details in it were unquestionable.

He asked himself, “Who was following them? Where did they meet first? How do they know each other? Why Priya would lie to me now?” Inside the envelope, there was a note. Written with charcoal instead. It read, ‘I know everything that you want to know. I know that was not just an accident.’

Krishna wiped his face full of sweat again. Suddenly he got an SMS.

“Krish…they want to hurt me, Krish. Please save me, Krish.Please.”

Krishna became infuriated and started tearing some of the polaroids that now lay shattered down into pieces. From one of the pieces, he saw the vivacious smile of Priya as if he got betrayed for this time too.

“Krish…Krish come on! Its already 10 in the morning. We need to see the doctor. You promised me last night. Chalo!

“Priya! Please let me sleep na! You also sleep, come to my arms. Come, come!”

“No Krish…I think you should wake up now. Here take your bed tea. Chalo wake up now!”

“Hmm…oh shit! Don’t blame me for this Priya. I forgot to wish you…oh no!! Happy Birthday Priya!” Krish with an apologetic face looked straight to Priya who seemed nowhere impressed with this laid back gesture of Krish. He embraced her and they both were now in bed again…into each other’s arms. “Krish, I wanted to tell you something. About this doctor’s appointment and how we should proceed further.”

“Hmm...I know. Let me talk to my parents. Everything will be alright. Don’t worry.”

“ I wish, I want to meet your parents soon Krish.. let's do this together. Soon.Okay?”

“Hmmm…Soon.”

'For Priya, I was everything. But for me, it was something else.
I still remember the day, she fell off from the stairs. She blames herself for the act. But maybe she was wrong. Unaware of the things that I knew.
For my father, she was sore to his eyes. That day...'
A call distracted Krishna this time. It was Sandhya on the line.
"Hey ..wassup? Lunchtime? Are you coming?"
"Yes, hold on Sandhya, Dario's right?"
"Yes, meet me na. I will be reaching by 1 o'clock, just got some work to finish off. Okay?"
"Hmmm..sure."

The time was 12:20 pm
He took all the polaroids one by one and tore them all into pieces.
He got an intercom from the receptionist.
"Sir, there is someone who wants your appointment right now. I told him it's not possible. But he is insisting."
"What's the matter? Tell him I am not available now. Please tell him to come tomorrow."
"Sir, he wants to give you something."
"Just hold on. I am coming."
Putting off the phone, he said to himself, " I am gonna knock off that guy. Bastard!"
As soon as he left his room and reached the reception, he got stumbled founding the person waiting for him.
"Mr. Dayal?"
"Hello Krishna beta, I hope you remember me. I got something for you. I found a notebook from Priya's room. I thought to pass it on to you. His Father suffered cardiac arrest and left us one year ago. Maybe you know that. She is missing after that incident. God knows her whereabouts. But she left this. " Mr. Dayal was in the 60s. The old little guy handed him the notebook left. The notebook had a collection of poems written by Priya.
Priya was a brilliant student from schooldays. She used to write poems.
With the notebook in his hands, Krishna took a deep breath.
He turned a few pages and found a sketch in that. His eyes got stuck as if he saw something unpredictable. He was horrified. Dumbstruck.

What happened to Krishna that he couldn't agree with what he found in the notebook? Was it related to him or there was something ugly about it?

~P.S~ 04.02.2020

#SachKarwaHotaHai #Truth&Lies #Lifeisamystery #Unpredictable
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The Estranged and the Dead

2019-11-04T00:08:00.001+05:30

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♪♪Tied to a sallow heart ...Why does he want to bring me where he goes? Oh and to find out the reasons why it's enough to make you wanna try for one last night♪♪

Krishna enters hurriedly into his office cabin. The wooden door bears his nameplate- "Krishna Shanmugam, Co-founder". The door closes softly as he enters. Putting himself comfortably in his chair, starting his Mac, he takes out the envelope from his bag- DO NOT OPEN IT TILL 12 IN THE NOON.

It was 10:51 am. Still more than an hour. Curiosity was killing him more than the wait to know about the surprise. As if the envelope was holding a deep secret which he only wanted to know. Maybe something related to Priya. But Priya never wrote a letter to him. Her mobile was untraceable after the incident. He himself saw her jumping off the bridge with her Merc down the creek. But he failed to save her. Only left with the wreckage of her car found a day after he reported to the police.

The memories came flashing back to him. There were rounds of rum, rum, and more rum down his throat every time he shed a tear. Like every time. And every time he saw her face asking questions sitting beside him, "Krishna, why didn't you save me then? I waited so long for you. Why dear, why?" Her face asking questions to Krishna.

There was a sudden knock on the door, "Sir, there is a person waiting outside, he said you called him for a meeting, he has an appointment." Swati was affirmative and wanted her boss to confirm.
"Ya, he must be Mr. Gupta, I remember, please send him inside."
She nodded and entered the guy with a bald head with a long umbrella dressed in monochrome carrying with himself a little briefcase.
"Hello Mr. Krishna, I am Pravesh Gupta...he puts his visiting card forward waiting for Krishna to respond.
"Ya, hello, shaking hands..please sit."
" I have news for you. The stocks that you have invested in Lubena Chemicals are not performing well. Chances are high that you may book total loss in three months. Its better you exit."
"I know Mr.Gupta..but I don't want to..."

Interrupting him in between the person came a little forward and said with red eyes ' I am meeting you for the very first time you know why? Your father made a deal with me. He is no more and I am really sorry for that but sometimes you have no other option left but just to obey. And so you have to obey. Otherwise, you know where your life is heading. I just came here to warn you for the very last time. Maybe you forgot that accident. But the reality is that it is still haunting you. Isn't it?'

Suddenly Krishna gets back to his consciousness.
"What happened Mr. Krishna? I was just informing you of the present status of your welfare activities."
Suddenly, everything got changed. Krishna felt as if he was dreaming. Mr. Gupta was smiling and he was drenched in sweat.
"What happened to you? I was saying something and you were not paying attention, Mr. Krishna. Is everything alright?"
"Yes, yes...Aaah.. you were saying something about Lubena Chemicals. What's the matter with that?"
"Lubena? That chemical company where your ex-fiance was working? I can understand your pain Mr.Krishna. Losing someone close to your heart in a freak accident can etch you for life. But it's better to move forward after all Sandhya is a nice girl what I feel. Even your father was not happy about your decision of getting married to his rival's daughter. Mr. Krishna, I was your father's closest aid. I knew him very well. I also know how far he could go to save you from any risk. He did what he thought the best for you. And rest you know better." He stops abruptly and hands him a document.
"What is that?" Perturbed and shocked over his remarks at this point in time Krishna could have asked this much only.
"Tomorrow is your birthday. Your father asked me to give you this at an appropriate time. I think today is the day you should know what he left for you to decide on your journey.
Krishna opens the document cover and finds a letter.
"It says about the investments he did and that went sour in time. Lubena Chemicals is nowhere to be seen. It was just on papers and, and..not physically!"
"He lied to you. Yes, Lubena Chemicals didn't exist and so do the multiple accounts that he operated from various sources for getting that loan. He lied only to protect you. So that you can get the funding from investors. Keep this with you. As my days are near and i may not do justice with this old promise anymore."
"What will I tell to Sandhya? She is also a partner in my company! I am getting married to her in next week? Can she bear this truth? No, Mr. Gupta, I don't believe you. My father never lied to me. Tell me these are all lies..."
Mr. Gupta raises and asks for permission to leave without explaining things much.
"Remember one thing, my child. Priya got what she deserved. Don't let the same thing happen to Sandhya. I hope you will get this clearly. See you soon.
Krishna was looking straight into Gupta's eyes as if he can see the whole incident now...

5 mins less than 12 pm.
He approaches towards the envelope- DO NOT OPEN IT TILL 12 IN THE NOON

"Ah, who cares for five minutes." He opens up the envelope and what he finds next definitely was going to change his life forever...

"Sandhya??" he says in shock. His eyes get stoned looking inside the contents. As if his whole face has turned white with fear.
The strike of the table clock was clear this time. With each and every passing sound of the strike for twelve times that was easy to wake up the sleepiest ones, he saw the twelve polaroid pictures that were sent to him. One by one they were making him look more and more miserable as he could not believe his eyes.
Is there a secret which is being hidden to him for someone's benefit or there is nothing at all.
Who is sending those envelopes and what is his motive. What is the connection between Lubena Chemicals and the accident that Gupta was apprehending? Why Krishna could not believe his eyes when he opened the envelope.

PS. 04.11.2019

#SatyaNahiChupta #ZindagiBahutChotiHaiMereDost #MilnaTohPadegaHi.

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तुम फिर आज याद आए...

2019-02-18T18:12:00.001+05:30

न जाने कितने दिनों बाद तुम फिर आज याद आए

रास्तो पे बिछे हुए सूखे पत्ते आज मेरे पैरो से लड़ गए
ऐसा लगा इस आहट में तुम्हारी ही कोई आह छुपी होगी
जिन गलियों से आज मुखातिब हुए अपनी परछाई वहा छोड़ गए
ऐसा लगा उन अंधेरो में तुमसे ही मुलाकात होगी

भूल गए थे ठौर ठिकाना माना जैसे यह कल की ही कोई बात है
ऐसा लगा अनजाने में ही सही तुमसे हम गुफ्तगू कर गए
जब घर पहुंचे तो याद आया तुम्हारा वह हँसना-गुनगुनाना
'आज हमसे बाते नहीं करोगे क्या?' ऐसे अरमान जगा गए

घर की दीवारे आज खाली हो चुकी है इनमे रंग नहीं सुहा रहे
यह आयना भी मुझसे रूठ चला है शायद अंदर से कही टूटा होगा
खिड़कियों के परदे हलचल नहीं करते आजकल, शायद
यह दिया मेरे सपनो का ओझल हुआ और बुझ गया होगा

लौटके न आओगे यह जानकर के अनजान हु, शायद इसलिए आज मैं बेबात हु, बेताब हु
यह अशियाना मुझे और जीने न दिया, आज फिर से रास्ते ढूंढने दिल निकल गया
रास्तो पे मुलाकात हुई ना तुम रुके ना हम रुके, कुछ तुम चले , कुछ हम चले
आँखे यह नाम न हो सकी अंधे बने और चल दिए, कुछ तुम अलग , कुछ हम अलग

और... रास्तो पे बिछे हुए सूखे पत्ते आज मेरे पैरो से वापिस लड़ गए
ऐसा लगा इस आहट में तुम्हारी ही कोई आह छुपी होगी
जिन गलियों से आज मुखातिब हुए अपनी परछाई वापिस छोड़ गए
ऐसा लगा उन अंधेरो में तुमसे फिर मुलाकात होगी

ना जाने कितने दिनों बाद तुम याद आए , याद आए , याद आ ही गए.

~~प्रसेनजित सरकार~~

This is Not Real

2018-12-27T21:53:00.001+05:30

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♪♪Tied to a sallow heart why does he want to bring me where he goes?Oh and to find out the reasons why it's enough to make you wanna try for one last night♪♪

With the broken pieces spread here and there, he looked for the mysterious envelope she left for him. Maybe for the very first and last time.
"Oh come on Priya, switch on your phone."
Holding the envelope in his hand, he waited for the time to stop.

* * *
"What are your greatest fears in life, Krishna?" Priya was curious, as ever.
"You..ahem ahem." Krishna sipping hot coffee at a restaurant.
"Come on, serious talks. Tell me."
"Ummm...the feeling of losing yourself? Like Death?"
"What if I tell you there is life beyond death?"
"Only in your arms Priya"
"Stop being boorish everytime Krishna. I mean it."
"Hey, wait wait wait. Why is that every time you talk about dying and life after death things."
"Who started it first...'the feeling of losing yourself? Like Death'? Super funny."
"Stop doing that, I don't want to lose you. Never!"
"One day... I will be gone forever. What you will do then?
"Are you nuts? Let's change the topic."
"What if I am not Priya and you are not Krishna?"
"Ok, I am leaving now. Bye"
"Wait, come back. Ok, I will just ask you one thing and you have to be very very true this time. No Cheating. Ok?
"Ok. Shoot."
"Is there any other girl in your life?"
"Priya...what bullshit?"
"Tell me, Krishna, is there?"

* * *
Time 9:01 am

Time for office. Krishan gets a call.
"Hey Sandhya, yes yes I am on my way. Just left. See you there in 10 minutes. Yup, Bye."
He takes the envelope and puts it back in his side bag and leaves his house. Puzzled.
DO NOT OPEN IT TILL 12 IN THE NOON.

Krishna drives his Sedan to Sandhya's residence. Sandhya in her favorite purple floral dress was waiting for him outside. On seeing him, she waves hello. Krishna smiles a little though he couldn't smile more like before.
"Hey, you are late. All fine?" Sandhya curling her side locks with her hands, smiling.
"Hmm. You good? Let's go."
"Father has made all the arrangements. They say, tomorrow morning we will be getting the invitation cards ready. I am so happy for us."
"Yes yes." Krishna was not into the moment today. He was a little disturbed or maybe more.
"How is Mom?"
"She is good too."
"Who else? You said..good too.!"
"Aaah..yes. She is good."
After a drive of 20 minutes, the car reached near the entrance of the office building. Sandhya gets out with a confused face staring at Krishna.
"Aah, there is an envelope at your backseat!.Hmm..something written like OPEN AT 4 PM. what's this? surprise?"
Krishna totally dumbstruck now. 'How is this possible? Another envelope?' He turns back and finds the little green envelope which he totally missed out while driving the car from his house to her place.
"Aah yes, for my friend. His birthday. I will take care of it. Thanks"
"Ok, see you at lunch. Meet me at the Dario's. We'll have something together for lunch? Sharp at one. Ok?"
"Yes, sure. Bye"

Sandhya winked at him and continued to her office entrance lift.
Krishna moved his car to the parking area. He killed the engine and grabbed the envelope from his backseat. There was a letter 2 on it followed by ' OPEN AT 4 PM'. How the hell it entered the car? He was disturbed. Is that a kind of prank or something?

Time 10:30 am.
He gets a call. He is still inside his car thinking about the course of events.
"Hello Krishna sir, I am calling from the reception, Swati here."
"Yes Swati, Tell me."
"Someone wants to meet you at the office. He needs an appointment at 4 pm."
"4 pm? Tell him to come after 5. I am busy."
"He says he wants to deliver you an envelope in person."
"An envelope? What kind of envelope? You got his number?"
"He said he will deliver to you in person. Something confidential. He will call again, he said."
"Ok. Confirm him, I will be back by then.
"Done sir." The receptionist hung up.

Krishna took out the first letter and matched the writing with the second envelope.
'What if someone is playing a prank with me? I will teach that fellow a lesson.'
He was going to put his cell phone back to pocket,soon he receives an SMS.

"What If I come back into your life, Krish? Will you still love me?" No number to show.
"Priya? No, it is not possible. She is dead. It is not possible."

Krishna stares at the SMS with the envelopes lying next to his seat as if his past was returning back to him, haunting him.

He dials Priya's number...one more time.

'Do Not Disturb. Phone is Switched off. Please drop a message after this tone.'

....To be Continued.

PS..27.12.2018

#JoDikhtaHainWohSachHotaNahi #JoSachHainWohDikhtaNahi.

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The Little Known Secret...

2018-09-25T22:34:00.000+05:30

"Look at the setting sun...."
"It's beautiful..."
"Yes, it is..all alone, yet so bright and beautiful."
"Ya...is it the same over there also?"
"It's the same, never too little and neither too big. It's the same."
"The night is going to be different..tonight. Isn't it?"
"Well, I just can only say- let us live another one. Let us not cry."
"I will never forget you."
"You have to...I will not be there for you forever. I need to go. Away...away from you."
"I don't want to talk anymore right now. I am choking inside."
"Don't cry. Smile baby, the last smile maybe for me?Yes? Maybe someday we will meet again?"
"Goodbye. Wish you all the best. Sleep well. Good night."
"Goodbye Honey. See you again sometime..maybe. Good night."

He hung up the call. A tear rolled down from his eye crossing his cheek shining brightly in the setting sun's reflection over the silent sea. He looked at the sky, the sun slowly drowning in the heart of the sea. Now, the sky became his companion. The sun is invisible now. Darkness all around. The phone switched off. 'Do Not Disturb.'

He was holding a few white pages all wet with his own tears. The blue ink getting erased slowly just like his memories. That night he cried a lot. Maybe she also cried or maybe she smiled for him, for one last time. For one has left the other forever, the other can never see her again. They say time heals, but what about the memories. They never die, they come back to you and pinch you every time making you happy or the worst. Not better anymore. He opened his right palm and found a small sea-shell pale cream in color with brown stripes. He took the shell out of his window, his right hand wet in the moonlight now and closed his eyes. Soon the shell was gone.
He stayed near the window. Sat by the side. Weeping all alone. For the one last time. The night was there for one more time. Maybe for the last time?

The day arrived.
"Aah...got a bad headache." He woke up from his bed, got into his morning clothes with sleepy eyes. The bed was cold. The blanket even colder. His phone beeped a little lying under the pillow. Maybe an SMS. He headed straight to the kitchen. One more beep this time. Maybe an alarm?
Soon with a cup of coffee, he appeared in his bedroom.
"Aah...low battery. Forgot to charge!"
A calendar notification. Pick up Priya, she got her CAT today. Need 2 drop her @ the exam vnu. Dated 26th November 2017. Repeat each year. Alarm Set to 08:00 hours.
His eyes got glued to the screen.

***
"I am getting late. I am so upset."
"Don't worry, Main hu na!"( I am there for you)
"That's why I am getting late. Why don't you get a new bike? Is scooty ke acche din aa chuke hai. Just get rid of it yaar!!"
"This is my Dhanno...Never ever doubt on its stamina... Okay? We will reach the venue by 12...for sure. Come, sit."
"Yes, meri Basanti...please drive fast for my sake!!"
"Vroom, Vroom Vroooooom!"

She giggled a little and he smiled a little more. With a nod from him, she jumped on his rickety bike. Her hands swiftly found the comfort in his arms and she took a deep breath. Her head resting over his back and our rider as usual on his rickety two-wheeler undisturbed, uber-cool and unusually proud about the antiquities of his life, started off. She was sure and he was right, as always.

"It's all your fault. I am fed up with you! How can you??"
"I am sorry. I thought...Aah..who knew that I will run out of petrol?"
"Run out of what? It's your damn Scooter! Oh.. let me catch an auto now. Hey Bhagwaan, help us out!"
"Don't worry, I will book an Uber for you!"
"I too have Uber app in my mobile. You need not do anything. How irresponsible you are! How could you do that? It's my exam!"
"Shit, battery drained out! Sss...Sorry! Sorry..Ne.."

The doorbell rang, this time two times, one after the other with a small interval in between. He moved his eyes away from the screen. The phone still showing' Battery Low'.
Time 8:45 am. Milkman maybe?

A Sky Blue envelope. Maybe any letter inside. He found that envelope lying on the doorstep. He picked it up and searched for the sender's name. The envelope had a single digit number "1" with a typed sentence in ARIEL font 11 Bold and Italic."Do not open till 12 in the noon" written in black.
Surprised. He searched for the postman. There was no one. Maybe the postman left in a hurry or he may not be interested in anyone's personal affair. Confused, he shut the door and placed the envelope on the kitchen table under the pickle jar.
He took a quick shower and dressed up all in his best attire. Sequined black neck-tie with full white sleeves. Steel grey trousers and brown oxfords to match the blue-collar look. Monday. We all hate it. He slid the envelope inside his side sling bag and leaped for his mobile.
"Eighty-nine. Okay, this much shall do!"

♪♪Tied to a sallow heart
why does he want to bring me where he goes?
Oh and to find out the reasons why it's enough to make you wanna try for
one last night♪♪

He could faintly remember the day.

****
"So what I like Grey. After all, we all ladies crave for the one ultimate Grey in our lives."
"Aah, that's making me jealous."
"You should. So tell me how is Mummyji? All well? She got her surgery all good?
"Yep yep now she can run as well. Haha"
"Better she not. She should take care of her health. You are the only son."
"Ya I know and I am marriageable too. One more year and yes i willbe a silver daddy. Haha"
"Nonsense. Go bring some biscuits. I wanna eat!"
"Aye aye captain."
"You know what I have a deep dark secret!"
"We all have some kinda secrets. What's new in that?"
"You are so mean..leave it."
"Tell me. I am all ears!"
"When I will die, you will get to know. A lot!"

The coffee cup slipped from his hand. Broke into two maybe three and four. Coffee all over the floor.

"What a mess and I'm already late now."

The coffee cup was lying lonely, broken into multiple pieces. Empty like his life right now.
He pondered for a moment," What secrets?" He reached out to the envelop once again which was lying inside his side bag. This time the envelope was heavy, heavy like his heart. As if betrayed. What was she hiding from him. Will this letter or whatever there is inside speak out the truth? Why she is not here with him. She left him. All of a sudden. But to where? Will he ever find out what happened to her? Do Not Disturb. Phone is Switched off. Please drop a message after this tone.

....To be Continued at https://www.sarkartimes247.com/2018/12/this-is-not-real.html

PS..25.09.2018

#JoDikhtaHainWohSachHotaNahi #JoSachHainWohDikhtaNahi.

Swayambhutaye Namastute...

2018-09-19T23:36:00.001+05:30

Krishna, Shiva or Ganesha...there exists a self-manifested form of power relevant in Hindu Mythology and Culture. Swayambhu- in Sanskrit means "self-existing''. Just like our own chetna, consciousness, the emotions are self-existing. Ganesha, also Ganapati or Vinayaka is the God of wisdom and remover of obstacles hence,'Vighna-harta'. AshtaVinayaka- the eight forms of Ganesha is found in the temples spread across Maharashtra.

1. Moreshwar, 79 Kms East of Pune.

2. Siddhivinayak of Siddhatek, 100 kms East of Pune

3. Ballaleshwar, 66 kms South of Panvel, Navi Mumbai

4. Varadavinayak, 65 kms East of Mumbai towards Lonavala.

5. Chintamani, 27 kms East of Pune

6. Girijatmaj, 96 kms North of Pune

7. Vighneshwar, 88 kms North of Pune

8. Mahaganpati of Ranjangaon, 52 kms East of Pune.

All these holy temples are a must visit if you believe in the power of Ganesha. Every year Lord Ganesha visit the Earth on his Vehicle 'Mooshak' ie. Mouse or a Rat.

Believers say the mouse symbolizes desires.Also in Sanskrit, mooshaka (mouse) is derived from the root moosh which means stealing. As a rat or a mouse is considered a common household pest which may harm the harvest and stored grains, thus it appeared to be a vighna in ancient times, an impediment that needed to be checked in those days. One of the theories suggests that Ganesha being the master of the rat or mouse demonstrates his function as Vigneshwar (Lord of Obstacles) and hence served a possible role as a village 'deity' who later rose to greater prominence.

Hindu Mythology has essence of the seasons and tales associated with it. As we find the knowledge sharing either through written manuscripts called Vedas and Puranas so does Hindu Philosophy branching out to Shruti( the one that is to be heard) and Smruti(the one that is to be remembered). Lord Ganesha is considered the 'Pratham Devta' or the first God to be worshipped and also is known to write the sacred texts of Mahabharata narrated by Saint Ved Vyas to 'Ek-danta' Ganesha. It is believed that the present time is KaliYuga, which started at around 3100 BC with the end of the Kurukshetra War (or Mahabharata war).

Puranas are the holy religious texts of Hindu Mythology that are a part of Vedas. They come under Shruti Philosophy of Hindu-ism. Ganesha Purana illustrates the four different vehicles of Lord Ganesha,ie. Mohotkata in the Satyuga or Kritayuga uses a lion,Moreshwar or Mayureshwar in Tretayuga uses a Peacock, Gajanan in Dwaparyuga uses a mouse and Dhumraketu in Kaliyuga uses a horse. Thus we have four incarnations of Ganapati symbolizing four eras or the cycle of Yugas. All the four incarnations are symbolically suggesting the removing of obstacles by Lord Vighna-harta Ganesha.

Thus, Ganesha like Vishnu( mostly the dieties as Parsurama, Rama, Krishna and Budhdha) and Shiva has always been there in all the yugas symbolically. We just need to acknowledge his omnipresence in our daily life and take blessings to get wisdom and pray for the removal of all the obstacles from our neverending cycle of life.Om Ganapataye Namaha.

So let us all cheer in unison and pray to Lord Ganesha-

Ganpati Bappa Morya,Purchya Varshi Laukar ya.

(Oh Lord Ganesha bless us and visit us next year quickly, we eagerly wait for you)

~PS~ 19.09.2018~

पर तुम डरना मत...मुकाबला करना

2018-09-17T22:34:00.000+05:30

माना तुम दुनिया से अलग हो,
तुम्हे सब पसंद ना आये,
तुम्हे सब पसंद ना करे
पर तुम मुस्कुराना
यही तुम्हारी ताकत है.
पहले वह तुम पर हसेंगे
तुमसे ढेरो सवाल करेंगे
ऐसे सवाल जो तुम्हे सही नहीं लगेंगे...
चुभेंगे और जलाएंगे,
तोड़ेंगे और तरपायेंगे.
पर तुम डरना मत
मुकाबला करना
उनके सवालो से ज्यादा अपने आप पे भरोसा रखना
वह नजरे झुक जाएगी जो तुम्हे सवाल पूछ बैठे
तुम क्या हो और क्यों हो यह जानने का हक़ सिर्फ तुम्हे है
पर तुम डरना मत
अपनी पहचान बनाना
और दिखा देना
उन आँखों को अपनी आँखे जो आज अंधी हो चुकी है
शायद उनसे बड़ा बदनसीब आज कोई और न होगा
मुकाबला करना
और फिर तुम हसना
जी खोलके उनके ऊपर
पर उनसे सवाल मत करना
उनके पास खुद की आबरू नहीं बची है अभी
तुम्हे पर्दानशीं करके खुद अंधे बन चुके है
तुम जरूर हसना
क्योकि अब वक़्त तुम्हारा है
सिर्फ तुम्हारा
इसे कोई छीन नहीं सकता
कोई भी नहीं.
==== प्रसेनजित सरकार=====

Dashavatara- The Cycle of Human Consciousness

2018-09-02T23:02:00.001+05:30

Its agreed that Ancient Indian Texts of Hindu Mythology has a sea of knowledge and perhaps the best of minds have written the manuscripts putting the universe into a nutshell to make understand the coming generations.
I was happened to pass by one of the ancient texts depicting Dashavatara- the ten incarnations of Vishnu who is the Indian God of Existence or say 'Time' aka 'Kala'. What I perceived is my opinion as we understand that the human mind has endless power to think of the unimaginable and the thought process empowers consciousness.

Picture Courtesy: 19th Century Dashavatara painting. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kalki)

If we look closely one can find that the Garuda Purana illustrates the evolution theory of human consciousness, as I believe, from the initial life forms starting from the Fish(Matsya)-Amphibian(Kurma)-Herbivore(Varaha)-Carnivore(Narsimha)-Early Human(Vaaman)-CaveMan(Parshuram)-The Righteous One(Rama)-The Supreme Knowledge(Krishna)-The EnglightendOne(Buddha)- TheUltimateOne(Kalki) and hence the cycle of consciousness continues. It's a Universal law that encompasses every single individual's life in the universe.

There are articles contrasting similarities between Darwin's Theory of Evolution to that of the Illustration of Dashavatara. Maybe true but I strongly believe that we as a conscious natural being have little knowledge of our Universe and we know just the basic laws of nature. Only time can tell whether our god given intelligence lasts our survival on this planet where we are just doing our duties and fulfilling the purpose timelessly. Time waits for none. It's endless, Its Supreme. The Cycle of Life will continue along with the death and birth of consciousness every time.

Hare Krishna.

02.09.2018.
~PS~

A thought for rebuilding a paradise

2018-08-23T20:36:00.001+05:30

Rains marked their ultimate trajectory that night.
The perilous sky erupted thunderbolts
destroying countless stars lying below
drowning under the vast sea of aspirations
in god's own country.

The day saw no sunshine,
tragedy, jeopardy, and treachery were the three ultimate friends
or foes as they say,
The mind lost the calm, wandering inside the labyrinth called life
with all doors shut, the soul got no respite
It died a slow death, with a promise to re-born with a hope.

Millions lost their homes built brick by brick cemented with red,
red as in blood, washed away colorless that day.
Empty promises and white lies found no ears that day
A day not so promising, dates were missing this time

A hand came out to search for another
They say, an eye for an eye,
I say let us all be blind,
Let us not see who we are, where did we come from
The red inside of us is same, there is a heart in every one of us
that beats the same between sixty and a hundred.
A hundred hearts stopped beating that day.
Let humanity survive.

Silence is not Valory.
Let the rains of joy shower on your friends who are in need.
Let us not forget our part of service.
A nation is 'ONE' when we join hands together.
Let's make this God blessed Country a paradise once again.

#WakeUpIndia #KeralaFloods #UnitedWeStandAgainstOdds

A Different 'Today'

2018-08-02T22:40:00.002+05:30

Pic: A Lonely 'walk'
Location: Calangute Beach, Goa

It is something different today,
right now.

The usual eyes searching for the flame of desire
A desire that remained unfulfilled, incomplete and unjustified.

I have seen you singing songs of merriment
with tears of deceit and guilt.
I have been with you in your tested days
with the hollow dream, you built,

I have grown up with you, inch by inch,
when your smile was my paradox of dis-ease.
I have walked with you in scalding sands
when your song traveled akin a cold breeze.

I have never complained how hard it is to believe
That someday somewhere I could get lost
Lost forever from your memories
That day is different today
Indeed, it is something different today

Like my prose has lost the rhythm and rhyme
to find solace in the trajectory of myriad thoughts
Like the time has stopped for me forever
to question me and my fate of loosened knots.

If you are reading these by now
I pray to the lord that one day,
You will come back to surrender but
I will be different that day from today

I promise you, my dear-est, one last time,
right now, that
I will be different that day from today.

~P.S~
02.08.2018

Dear Human, I am Writing to You.

2018-05-03T00:26:00.001+05:30

Dear Human,

I have seen you falling apart
I have seen the best in you, the worst and the least too
No matter how difficult, you have always searched the deep inside of me
A deep dark world where the sun sets and never rises again

I know you are hurt,
I have heard you talking about your life
How withered is your fabric of the unseen past?
How shattered is your mind of the unforgiven future?

You have cried to me, laughed with me, yelled at me, though I never complained
Because I know my waves will take all your pain away
Away to a very distant place where silence is worshipped by the chaotic cult
Where fire is non-existent and wet is the world

I have seen you holding hands, walking along my side embracing your loved ones.
I have seen you drown down unto me with your soul
A soul buried forever in depths that can never be measured and found
I know you want your next life to be free from your own agony and distress.

Your sudden palpitations when you are loved and hurt
Your face when you smile and frown simultaneously
Your fingers that stroke my walls of separation with land
I am the sea of your thoughts that try to break the foundation beneath

The sea of salvation, the penultimate gift of freedom that you crave for
The rocks where crab like little hearts lose their identity and wash away with the waves
The salty winds that touch the cheeks of the birds that pray to the lord for their meals on time
And the teary wet eyes that see no more beyond the horizons where the sun sets forever

With a promise to return back again
With a life, less troubled and pained
With a dream, less achieved and a world, less worried.
In the past, present, and future altogether at the same place.

Yours truly,
The Sea.

Pic Courtesy: Prasenjit Sarkar@sarkartimes247
Place: Marine Drive, Mumbai
Date- 2nd May 2018
Source: One Plus 5T

~P.S~

The Real Language of Rains

2018-04-01T19:39:00.001+05:30

A few days back while going through a book, I got hooked on a phrase by Pablo Neruda, a Latin American poet of 20th century. "In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?" He was quoted.

I believe without sufferings, life lacks meaning. It is a journey that has its own turns and haults. You are the driver and the only passenger. You discover yourself to a new destination, spend some time, have some experience, bear the sufferings through a little or a more. You set your own goals, fight back with maturity and shatter the impossibilities. Don't back out if you find yourself alone in your journey. Rains will bring relief to your barren land of dreams and drench the thirst of your tormented soul.Sooner or later, you will emerge victoriously and oh boy! that day will be yours.

Always remember, you are the creator of your own destiny, your own thoughts, and things.

You are your own best friend and then my friend you will never feel alone. Stay strong and move on.

May the happiness and positivity always be with you.

~Not A Poetry this time, also not a story~

~PS~

...and I flew away

2018-03-16T00:26:00.002+05:30

I touched you, your tormented soul was bleeding
I saw you in pain, silent and disturbed, waiting
for someone you knew very well
Etched into my memories, the time took its turn
and flew in minutes, i flew away from you

Tonight,let the promise in me strive
Let a new amorous me shine all along
out in the open for you and everyone,
Let me fly away to a distant world
where only i shall find my solace and be merry about it

Words fail to find the home that once used to be
a heart full of red crimson sky, a sky full of love
drowning the soul in the slumber of moonlight
remembering each and every piece of togetherness,
I flew away like any other day from you and away from you.

You touched me, like the rays of the morning sun
kissing the droplets spread over the rose buds
Now the world feels like a thunder
waiting to strike as cold as could be.
Colder are the days in summer
when i paint the sky with blue,
blue and blue, no more crimson red sky...
...and i flew away.

~P.S~

My Sky full of Dreams

2017-12-18T23:27:00.001+05:30

I wonder how the time stopped between us,
Fast enough expunging memories
Obliterating self and soul together.

I remember the day my eyes met yours,
A slow smile came to your face
Like a robin perches on the branches
I got the moment of your grace.

We shared the dreams together,
We walked down the empty lane
We laughed and we cuddled
We did what we thought was better.

I feel like writing about you...
I write about your stories in my sky full of dreams,
A part of which is you and will always be
I thought no one could replace you
For them it will be less easy
For me it's difficult to see the truth whatever be.

They say it's hard but never too late,
I pray to lord for your happiness
I wish all your dreams come true
Just wish for me wherever you are...
Wherever be our memories.

I will be there with you...
Holding your hands and walking beside you,
My loneliness will make me complete.
A window of ethereal love will open someday
Someday i will get to see you from there.
If seen, don't rush, walk slow, fly me a smile.
I promise i will be there for you,
Wherever you are there i will be flying with you.
With you, yet alone...
In my sky full of dreams,
In my sky full of dreams.

~~P.S~~

The Final Countdown

2017-10-22T01:51:00.002+05:30

Continued from previous post-

http://www.sarkartimes247.com/2017/09/truth-or-dare.html

"Susheela...O Susheela....Susheela!"

"Yes..yes..What happened?""Susheela...Today is going to be a very special day. You will get a good news very soon. Just pray to Ganapati bappa for my success. Just Pray.""Mr. Nathuram is very happy today...kaay jhale? Promotion? Or what?"Relax..relax. I will tell you after my duty. Don't sleep, just wait for me." He giggled for the very last time and never came back.That day was his last day. He never saw the next morning. Susheela was lost in her own silence. With her husband's dead body lying in front of her she broke down and fell unconscious to the ground.

Susheela was staring Inspector Pratap as if she wanted some answers. Her eyes were questioning him repeatedly. Pratap was feeling very uneasy over Susheela's reaction.

"Baba..she is Pankaj's Mummy. And Aunty this is my Baba."
"I know...nice meeting you Inspector Pratap."
"Susheela..."
"Pakeya..come with me, you are not going to meet this girl from tomorrow, understand?"
"But Aai...she is my good friend."
"No need. If you don't listen i will not let you go anywhere, will keep you locked inside your room, understand?"
"But Aai..."
"Come..where is your bag? where is your school bag?"
"I...I lost it somewhere..." Without waiting further for any answer Susheela gave a tight slap to Pankaj in front of them. Pankaj started crying immediately and covered his face with both his hands as he felt embarrased.
"Susheela...why you are doing this to your child? Leave him. He is innocent." Pratap interrupted her from further beating Pankaj.
"Mind your language Inspector Pratap. It's none of your business.Do you know how it feels?...still today that because of you i lost my husband. I know you killed him. Yes you are a murderer."
"Please keep quiet Susheela. You are mistaking me.It was an accident.I have suffered a lot. Can't you just see?"
"Huh..suffered a lot? Do you know the pain Inspector?the pain of losing your own husband? Do you ever know the pain? Tell me..Do you have any answer? No..because people like you don't value life of others. You are a murderer."
Pankaj was crying covering his face. Kavya started crying too.
"Susheela, i am not going to argue further with you. Kavya, let's go. You are not going to meet him anymore. ok? Ok Kavya? Speak up Kavya? Kavya?
"Ok Baba..I am sorry."
"Good girl."
"Like father like daughter."
"Control your tongue Susheela or i will put you behind bars."
"Can you bring my husband back? Tell me Inspector? He was so happy that day..so happy! And see what you people did to him? He got killed...he is no more..no more." Susheela broke into tears instantly.She turned back and called the nearest auto rickshaw available. Kavya was watching in horror. The entire crowd was watching the whole incident.Seeing this, Inspector Pratap shouted and the crowd vanished within seconds.
"I have never seen such a mad lady like you Susheela. Just go away and don't ever show me your face. Your husband was a coward. He lacked guts for that encounter. That's why he got killed. You foolish lady." Pratap lost his cool and the words made their way in anger.
Susheela took the auto rickshaw and left the scene alongwith Pankaj.
Pratap asked his daughter to come inside the Jeep with her tiffin box. Kavya took the half eaten chocolate sandwich that was left out by Pankaj and packed it inside her tiffin.
"I am sorry Panku, because of me you had such a bad day today. I wish every thing gets sorted out between our parents very soon. I am sorry Panku."

"Susheela...Susheela!!"
"Bola..Kay jhale?"
"They are after my life Susheela, please take care of Pakeya."
"Ram...Ram? Kuthe Aahe tumhi? Tell me? Where are you Ram?
And the call got disconnected. Numerous calls made to Nathuram went un-answered. Later his mobile came switched off. Completely Switched Off just like Nathuram. The day was long and the night was the longest Susheela has ever spent alone. All alone.

'Police constable gets killed in Encounter. TOI.
Promotion for Inspector Pratap. Most wanted criminal killed in encounter. One policeman lost his life. ABC.
Police constable accidently killed.Inspector gets bail.Police shuts case. DNA.
No CID Probe in encounter confirms state government. No Fake Encounter took place. NBT
The newspapers were filled with such headlines inside. Each and every word was pricking Susheela who was reading the news and searching for the truth'

But the truth was" He was gone. He cannot be brought back to life. Never." With this truth she has to live and Pankaj has to understand. Numerous thoughts were racing inside Susheela's mind and she was tired searching for explanations.
"Aai Baba kuthe gele?"
"Your baba is here only Pakeya, he is waiting for you to grow up and become a policeman. He will soon return back after you become like him"
"I want to become like Inspector Pratap, he has a big jeep, a big bungalow, servants and a sweet daughter Kavya. But Kavya is lonely. I don't want to be lonely Aai." Pankaj was speaking his heart out as always he used to say after getting a beating.Susheela hugs Pankaj tightly and looking at him said,"Pakeya is my son. He is not lonely. Understand?"
Pankaj nods in agreement. The Auto driver asked," Bai, get down, this is the place. I don't have chillars."

"Susheela, Panku is ill. I will take him to hospital."
"No..i got medicines. He will be alright."
"Pakeya is my son.He is a tiger. Aren't you Pakeya? You are my son, the son of a policeman.!" the father smiled.The son smiled back to his father. Embracing the child, the father felt happy and the mother felt contented.
"If you are there, then i am a tiger,son of a tiger. And i am not alone, father." . Pakeya didn't know that his father was smiling for the very last time that day.

Pankaj was thinking whether he should continue meeting Kavya. He was inside his room locked from outside. No lights. Just a punishment like any other normal day.
"Aai...Aai...please let me go out. Please. I will not do this anymore. I am really sorry Aai. Please"
And suddenly the door opens from outside.
Meanwhile, Kavya was eating the chocolate sandwich that Pankaj left on the table.
"Tomorrow, I will give another one to Panku. He was very sad today. His mother did not let him finish his food also. So rude. Such a bad way she was talking to my hero Baba. I love my Baba. He is my hero. How courageously he handled the situation. After all he is a policeman and everyone fears my Baba. But i am sad for Panku. I will wait for him again tomorrow morning at the bus stop. He will definitely come. After all we are friends now. Will he ever come back? I guess so. Or may be not? Let's see." Kavya was thinking the possibilities while having her tiffin inside the Jeep. The Jeep was moving away from her school.

A day passed. Second and third too. Fourth day arrived very quickly. Time took its course to heal the wounds. Those wounds were Invisible but present. Present in the moment. Absent by virtue.
A similar voice came from somewhere...
"Ha station..Pune Vidyapeeth"
Two dark eyes searching for the familiar face inside the crowded bus.
A smile came from somewhere.Fingers searching something inside the shirt pocket. Three blue and two green marbles were there in his palm. This time one marble was missing. The smile faded.
A hand came out of the crowd towards the boy. As she opened her fist, one black marble was there.
The black marble met the others. Now all the marbles are together. Three blue, two green and one black.
The two hands were joined in unison. As if they are not going to be pulled back very soon. As if they have found a stronger reason for their friendship. A reason to correct the wrong and forget the past. A reason to not question again and build a greater understanding for tomorrow. As if they know the purity of hearts and language of forgiveness.Growing up is not a child's play. Maturity comes from the mind not by the age. Maturity of thoughts is needed to make this world a better place to live and love.Mistakes are part of life and it cannot be undone by any punishment or penalty.But to every problem there is a solution.
Sitting besides the two were the mother and father. Panku was talking with Kavya about the pending treat of chocolate sandwich. Inspector Pratap and Susheela were silent but not angry anymore. They knew they cannot ruin their children's life with their past. They need to move on. They need to be mature enough and learn from their children to forget and to forgive. You cannot live with regret and revenge in your entire life. Life is uncertain, your children have a future to celebrate.
Life is like a bus journey. You get up and board a bus that takes you for a wonderful ride to your destination. The journey teaches you to enjoy the hiccups, experience the failures and learn from the mistakes you did on your journey. We all are travelers in this world and we have to perform our journey to meet our goals, reach our destination. Every one is like a Pankaj and a Kavita. We just need a ride to experience the journey called life.

"Kuthe?" asked the same thin mustached man in his fifties tapping his vending machine towards Pankaj.

"Shevtche Station...Khadakwasla. Last Station...Khadakwasla!" Again he heard the same voice..this time the voice had magic.Apna Pankoo smiled back to the bus conductor and showed him his journey pass," Khadakwasla." His eyes shining. Tears nowhere to be seen. Kavya watched him with a sense of relief and smiled back. Her little, just a little smile made the most perfect dimple for the two little souls ready to take the journey which was going to continue forever and ever.

~~~THE END~~~

~~PS~~22.10.2017~~

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Truth or Dare!

2017-09-17T01:36:00.001+05:30

Continued from previous post
http://www.sarkartimes247.com/2017/08/lets-go-awaytogether-and-forever.html

Pankaj and Kavya were now walking together...
"Pankoo, why do you follow me? I am observing this for a few days.Bolo Bolo..?"
"Don't know. It just happens!"
"Don't act smart okay? You always catch every single bus i enter. Don't say it happens like this!"
"Aahh..Well maybe beacause i like to spend some more time with you! My feet takes me to your direction only Kavita."
"You can call me Kavya!There is no harm...only some very few close ones call me Kavya..." A smile rushed on her cheeky face. A face now glowing with happiness but with a little bit of uncertainty,"So you study in Bal Vikas Gurukul right? That boys school down the lane?"
Pankaj nods a little, "And you are from Mary's Convent right?"
Kavya smiles," Pankoo..may i ask you something?"
"Ya,,ya.."
"I have never seen you with your parents..or your father or mother? Any brother or..."
"My mother is there, she works somewhere, but no father...no brother...no sister." Pankaj, starts walking shakily. His eyes, a little bit wet now.
" I am sorry Pankoo. I know a little. Even i haven't seen my mother. Hmm...so you travel all alone?"
"No...no...i always catch the same bus. Ha ha! " Pankaj hold his laughter a little. Their eyes searching for the comfort levels while walking and eventually they break out in laughter. This time both. Much more loudly.
"You are funny... But you are from boys school. You boys always talk rubbish and we girls hate it. You know? None of my friends will like that i am talking to a boy from Bal Vikas Gurukul. You understand right Pankoo?"
Pankoo stops. "Kavya...i think i am getting late now. See you tomorrow." He walks away slowly with his head down hitting every little stone that comes on his path with his white shoes.
"Pankoo...Kharaab Jhale? I am sorry if you're hurt. Can we meet for lunch?As i forgot to bring my tiffin and sadly you lost your school bag? I will give you a treat. A Chocolate Sandwich from my side. Done?"
Pankoo stops. He turns his head back and says, " Chocolate Sandwich?Pakka na? No cheating na? Promise?"
"Yes, Promise. Meet me for lunch, i will wait for you near this turning. Ok? We girls will go to Narayan's shop near to Rambhai's Market today. You also come but alone..Ok?"
Pankaj nods happily. All his pale yellow teeth visible. His eyes half closed in happiness.
Kavita with a snow-white smile moved on towards her school entrance. Her friends got along with her making faces to Pankoo as his attire didn't do justice today. A schoolboy with no bag roaming with a convent school girl. The barrier was man-made, temporary and situational. He was happy, damn happy today. 'Aila, Kavya noticed me today and is giving me a treat, that too my favorite Chocolate sandwich wow!'Thoughts got the wings and took a leap towards the sky, flying with no control, randomness guaranteed. But everything comes at a cost. And he was surely going to pay heavily soon for no fault anyhow.

Somewhere a phone rang. Three rings at a time. A loud one followed by two faint ones.
"Susheela...O Susheela....Tumchyasathi Phone Aahe, Paha." Manju Tai, a woman in her sixties called out Susheela to come downstairs. Susheela was busy packing Paithanis in her shop. A small shop in the city's busiest road full of beautiful colorful Sarees stacked one by one in the shop and a few bright colored ones on display. Susheela hurriedly reached down and took the receiver from Manju Tai's hand. The bell of the old fashioned clock hanging near the reception of the small shop rang eleven times.
"Hello...Mi Pankaj chi aai bolto aahe. Bola..."
Her face suddenly goes white in anger. "Madam, how is this possible? He cannot do that! He always carry his bag and I always check his tiffin and books, his homework copy , classwork copy and...Madam...Thamba... me yeto.Thamba." She puts the receiver back to the place and wipes her sweat ridden face with her both hands." Deva re deva. What to do with this boy. Manju Tai..i got a call from Pakeya's school. It's urgent i have to go."
"Is everything alright? Anything serious? Do one thing...you take half day leave. Okay? no problem. But remember you already had enough holidays? Next time be careful...you go now. Your boy is like this only. Very notorious. Wish his father was alive, would have beaten the hell out of him. Poor lady. I feel pity for you Susheela. Go and see what happened. Take half day leave. I won't say a word. Now go!"
Susheela didn't utter a single word and goes upstairs and brings her carry bag and umbrella. She was tensed. Anger was evident on her face.

Its 1:35 pm, Susheela came out of the auto and handed the fare to the driver. She finds her boy in front of a few girls eating Sandwiches sitting outside the eatery.
Watching this she shouts hard," Pakeya?"
"Aai!" Suddenly Pankaj's face turns white as he finds his mother watching him eating with girls from a distance.
"Baba!" Shouts Kavya, this time with more excitement. Kavya leaves her sandwich on the table and runs towards her father who just arrived in his police jeep.
Susheela watches the little chubby school girl jumping on the arms of a police inspector. The tall, mustached man with a dusky complexion in police uniform takes the little girl on his lap and plants a kiss on her cheek.
Susheela watches in horror after recognizing the face behind the uniform. The same face that caused her living to be snatched away. The same face that took away her happiness and relations, her near and dear ones. The same face that proved the only evil in her life and beyond. Her eyes looking helplessly, her body shaking with fear and anger.
"Inspector Pratap?" Tears roll down her eyes as she utters his name in anger. She runs towards Pankaj and takes him under her cover. Pankaj was least bothered what was happening. His chocolate sandwich was still lying untouched on the table. Susheela watched the inspector taking out a small tiffin box from his jeep and handing it to his daughter.
"Thank you Baba... Baba come i have a new friend today..Pankaj." Kavya points him to Pankaj who was with his mother Susheela. Susheela was tensed. Pankaj was confused.
"S..S...Susheela?" Inspector Pratap was shocked, "Who is this woman, Kavya?"
"Aaah...maybe my friend's mother. He is Pankaj. He is from Bal Vikas, my new friend. He lost his father in some accident, he didn't tell me. And she may be his mother. You know her Baba?" Kavita was puzzled watching his father's expression on finding Pankaj's mother in front of him.
Both their parents were watching each other in complete discomfort, unbound silence on both sides. As if destiny had played with their lives. As if the day is cursed and everything is out of hand. The two little souls watched in complete surprise thinking what could have happened between their parents that they both are freaked out seeing each other. Is there any past incident or just a bitter future on the arrival?

What will happen to the newly formed friendship if their parents are not at all comfortable? What would have happened between the two rigid and tormented souls searching for the answers in this game of truth and dare or will destiny play spoilsport? Will Pankaj and Kavita ever meet again? Let's find out in our next part....

~~~ to be continued~~~
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~~P.S~~17.09.2017

Lets Go Away...together and forever!

2017-08-08T23:02:00.002+05:30

Continued from the previous part
http://www.sarkartimes247.com/2017/08/continued-from-previous-part.html

Pic courtsey: (c) Rohitash Hurla, 2012. Location: Sinhagad Fort, Pune.

"Now? what next? You are not going to school without your bag..or are you?" her eyes grew bigger and wearing an upset face Kavya was looking more beautiful than ever to Pankaj.
Pankaj giggled a little.
"I never thought i would be talking to you for so long. I so love my schoolbag now." He was happy.
"Huh? Okayzzz... I am getting late now. My friend, Supriya will join me soon. Time to go now. Bye Pankoo. I have to catch a bus to Khadakwasla. Its really far and i am getting late. Bye" She turned her face back and stood there only with her arms crossed and looking up as if she doesn't want to talk anymore. She soon started humming one of her favorite songs.
Pankaj turned away his face from hers. He stepped back a little. His eyes again searching for the bag.
He asked the man standing right next to him. "Dada, have you seen any bag? a school bag. Blue color? with a superman? Red wala superman?Inside it there was my lunch box. I kept that bag here only. Have you seen dada?"
No response came from the person who was busy staring his wrist watch and adjusting it as if someone has tied the time telling device and he is not able to get rid of it. Pankaj waited for his response. He shook his head in negative and attended a call, "Hey Shalu... my wife is waiting for me dear. I can not come right now. You know your friend Rashmi very well. Imagine what would happen if she gets to know everything about us what will....hey Shalu listen, hey..okay where you want to go? Okay...I will be there. Hmmm some twenty minutes? Okay?Bye." The call got disconnected and his eyes met Pankaj's sad little face. "Kaay Pahije? I haven't seen anything. Now go!" "Hey Rashmi, Ho... I will be a little late darling, Mera jo boss hai na he has given me a very big assignment. I need to stay back at office. Ha....on my way to office right now. Sorry darling. Is Shruti alright? You gave her the medicines no...?... that i gave her last night. The doctor told me Shruti will recover once she completes this course. Yea...What about Chintu? School gaya? Okay..Hey..will call you after I am free okay? Chalo Bye..Love you darling." He disconnected the call and started running towards the bus which was already crowded.

With teary eyes, Pankaj saw the man finally get to board the bus. Some commuters who were hanging near the doors started beating the man for such unauthorised entry. Life is like that only. Pankaj collected his thoughts and started visualizing the angry face of his mother. Her ever abusing attitude towards him and how she locks him in his room as a part of punishment. His mother will beat the hell out of him. He remembered the last time he lost his only pair of black leather shoes during a cricket match in neighborhood.
"Kaay? Laad sahab ban gaye ho? Did your father saved enough for us? Are we that rich Pakeya? Answer me? where are your shoes?Where are your shoes??" With a raised voice and red eyes she started scolding her son.
"Aai, Mala mahiti nahi. I lost them somewhere i don't know!" *And then the regular event started which was nothing new to Pakeya.*
Pankaj would sit in a corner of his small room crying and remembering his father while holding his left cheek. The warm tears rolling down his cheek started tasting sour rather than salty.It was never sweet either. The day he lost his father, he didn't cry.He would take out his marbles one by one and place them down on the floor. One by one he took out three blue, two green and one black marble. "Suresh, Rohit, Mangala, Baba, Aai.....Hmm...Hmmm...Kavita."

He turned back to Kavya. She was going towards the bus with her friend Supriya.
"No, i will not go home. I will not go home. Mi Ghari Janar Nahi..Nahi."
He started running towards Kavya as if he wanted to see her once again. The two girls busy chatting entered the bus and managed the window seats near towards the exit.The other commuters were entering the bus ready to go on a journey for more than one hour long. The bus driver honked for the last time. The conductor standing near the exit door shouted monotonously, "Khadakwasla,Warje, Kothrud Stand...Chala Chala..."
Pankaj didn't want to lose the opportunity.He didn't care about his lost school bag, neither he cared when he lost many such gifts of life. He never had such a great desire to meet Kavya before. He felt as if his legs were taking him towards Kavya effortlessly. Because this time he had reasons. Reasons to not return back. Reasons that he wanted someone to believe him. Reasons that Kavya cared for him knowingly how stupid he was. All his sorrows vanished into thin air which was becoming heavy with his heart full of emotions and willingness to talk to Kavya.
And he jumped on the bus finally. His both hands now firmly taking hold of the door handle on which he was still hanging and smiling towards Kavya.
"Kuthe?" asked the thin mustached man in his fifties tapping his vending machine towards Pankaj.
"Shevtche Station...Khadakwasla. Last Station...Khadakwasla!" Again he heard the same voice..this time the voice had melody . Apna Pankoo smiled back to the bus conductor and showed him his journey pass," Khadakwasla." His eyes shining. Tears nowhere to be seen.

Pankaj took a deep breath hanging by the doors. His eyes met Kavya's who was watching him carefully without paying any attention to Supriya's gossips anymore. Pankoo,almost hanging from the doors took out the only black marble from his shirt's pocket and showed it to Kavya .

"Kavita...see. This is for you."

Kavya watched him with surprise and smiled back. Her little , just a little smile made the most perfect dimple for the two little souls ready to take a journey long and for ever.

What will you do when you find the journey more beautiful than the destination?
Will Kavya and Pankaj continue their journey together? To know further...please have a little patience as picture abhi baaki hai mere dost.

~to be continued~

~PS~ 08.08.2017