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Am Still Waiting For This Lady-Part-Five

noreply@blogger.com (Narrenaditya) — Wed, 29 Jun 2011 05:52:00 +0000

"If you are in love...
Love like you'll never be hurt,
You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
Sing like there's nobody listening,
And live like it's heaven on earth."

It was not as easy as I thought to come out of the shock that I have received on that day.

I was loosing confidence in myself as my mind was vacillating between quite a lot of negative and positive theories and calculations.

Spent most part of the night sleepless.

Woke up in the morning but decided not to go to college that day.

My friend who came to me was shocked to hear my decision.

I convinced him and in the name of college both of us went to a popular Hindi film”Deewar...."

We don't remember how many times both of us have seen that film earlier as we lost count of it...

Whereas I watch it any number of times for the great Amitabh Bachchan,my friend shall watch it for the vivacious Neetu Singh.

(While narrating a script when I told the legendary Mr.Amitabh Bachchan that I watched his “DEEWAR” in my Sixth class he smiled and said”you are reminding me my age”)

With the passing of the day I started mustering courage that gave me enough pep to go to the bus stop the next day..

My friend reminded me that as decided on that eventful Monday I shall go to the bus stop all alone and that he shall come to my Nizam college during the lunch hour to get the updates from me.

And on the morning of that Wednesday...
I woke up and for the first time prayed to God before leaving for the bus stop all alone...

Slowly reached the bus stop.

Went and sat on the iron bar.

And exactly at 9.10 A M...
I saw Ms.Gorgeous coming towards the bus stop.

As usual she came walking very slowly and settled on her throne.

There was a terrible silence in the bus stop at that time.
Even the sound of the gentle breeze was clearly audible along with the sounds of the vehicle horns blown miles away.

Soothing my thoughts there was a mild fragrance gently circulating in the air.
I know that it was from the perfume Ms.Gorgeous uses.
Five minutes passed like that in all silence.

Only two of us were there in the bus stop.

As she was sitting behind me I have a feeling that she was watching me from behind.
I thought It is not as easy as we men think,to portray that bold look when we are actually alone in front of the girl whom we are trying to impress....

I was fully tensed up.
My mouth was drying up..
But I know I have to perform and impress her with my singing....
Counting ten to one on my fingers I tried to gather some courage and slowly started humming a song.

I thought I was humming but the tune was refusing to come out of my vocal chords.

I started motivating myself like fast bowler Sreeshanth does while bowling...

Just within myself...

"Chalo one,two,three…

Once again…."

Once again the song refused to come out of the walls of my voice…

"Hatterriki…"

I tried again..

Vooohooo...tune not coming out..

"Iski maakaaa bosh…..."

"No.No.No.

No gaalis..I should be decent…

Have patience…try again…"

I was motivating and counseling myself

"Once again..one….two…threeeeee…"

I did not complete…

Her bus came and without paying even a milligram of an attention to me she ffff..errr..went off….

@#%$&^*(^%$#..
I kicked the ground very hard.

Suddenly I heard someone laughing at me very loudly.

I also heard someone saying
”You idiot,a good for nothing fellaaaa”

I got up crossed the road and went to the opposite side of the bus stop.
From there looked carefully towards the bus stop.

No doubt....It is confirmed...The bus stop laughed and gave those compliments to me.

”Let me grow I shall definitely bombard this bus stop”.

With that statement I boarded the bus to my college.

In my college
We had a Persian Lecturer by name Zainab Arastu,who used to teach us English literature.
To say the least she was a Statue Of Venus made of marble stone.
Only after seeing her I could understand why Persians are rated as the most beautiful women in the world and why King Shajehan married a Persian beauty called Arjumand Banu Begum(Mumtaz Mahal) in whose memory he later built the famous Taj Mahal.
Attending her class and listening to Romantic poetry from her was always a pleasure and on that day it gave me some relief too.,,
And..
During the lunch time...

My friend who came rushing to my college with all the excitement to hear some good things from me was disappointed with my narration..
He had to bear with my frustration by paying for the samosas and teas in my college canteen.

Later my great friend offered me a cigarette.

I have seen many heroes in many films lighting a cigarette in moods of frustration.
I thought am no less than a hero.

Took it from my friend's hands.
Lighted it with as much style as possible and inhaled the smoke very deeply using all my physical energy...
Goshhhhhhhhhh..
That was the first and the last time I touched a cigarette in my life...

I almost died with that strong and pungent smoke of the cigarette traveling through all the holes of my body burning me alive..

And after that..

For a few minutes I was a laughing stock to all the other notorious gangs in the canteen.

One of them even said
”..Abey o dakkhan,..marjayegaa re…cigarette phookhna aata nahin toh humse poochte..khud ko kyun jala rahen ho..”

Since I was a very popular guy in the college, no one could dare to laugh loudly in front of me but I definitely heard a few giggles and a few in female voices too.
I....c..o..u..l..d not take..t...h...a..t..tt

Still coughing I shouted’’,,Tera baap ka kya jaara bey bose d k..chup baith na..."

He kept quite..
But can there be anything more brutally precarious situation than this for a popular teenager that too studying in a college known for educating the most beautiful and gorgeous girls of the city.

I thought my saga of problems is endless.

And as a result my friend had to pledge his gold ring to take me to a movie.

The next day I went to the bus stop as per my time.

She did not come. I waited for half an hour but she didn’t come.

That really surprised me.

Next day too she didn’t come.

That shocked me.

On the third day too she didn’t come.

I was terrified to say the least.

For the fourth consecutive day she didn’t turn up.

I started smelling something fishy.

As per the understanding I had with my friend I was going alone to the bus stop all the days.
My friend used to come to my college.Hear my disappointment.Pacify me.And go home
That is all.
He had done enough and what else can he do.

On the fifth day..
I was not interested in going to the college,but my friend literally pushed me out of my house.

Before leaving for the bus stop I offered prayers to almost all Gods of literally all religions in the world.

Then started walking slowly towards the bus stop.
Reached the bus stop.
Sat on the iron bar.Looked around....
No signs of her coming.
I was disappointed...Depressed..
I know that he who sings scares away his woes

At that point of time I did exactly that.
Very involuntarily started humming my favorite...

“Hai apna dil toh awara,na jane kis pe aayega”
Humming that famous Hemant Kumar song deep from my heart,I went into a world of my own.

Continued for a good two minutes.
I was alone in the bus stop enjoying the song.

With a sudden jerk...
I came into the normal world as the sound of a bus coming and stopping in front of me disturbed my rhythm...
I fully opened my eyes...
And..

With some doubt knocking on the inner walls of my mind...

And with some familiar fragrance literally hugging me...

I turned my head..

And received the biggest..
Shockingly bigger than the biggest shock of my life...

I don’t know when she came.
Ms.Gogeous who was silently listening to my humming till that time,
Just got up from her throne..
Turned her head towards me...
Gave a very gentle smile...
Definitely in appreciation of my singing..
Still looking at me..
Slowly walked towards the bus,gently boarded it..
And after boarding..
Turned her head back..
Looked at me again,..
And again has thrown at me that invisible Monalisa sort of a smile...
Went inside and settled down in her seat..
It all happened in a few seconds...
As I was still looking at her in utter disbelief..
The bus slowly moved on and finally vanished out of my sight...
Oh.... My.......God...
I looked at the skies..
Found around thousand Moons and ten thousand Rainbows smiling at me..
Looked to my right....
Found foam filled waves of the Arabian Sea coming towards me..
Looked to my left..
Found Bay Of Bengal greeting me..
Looked down...
And found the beautiful Valley Of Flowers of the great Himalayas kissing my feet..
Oh God...
Whatttta feeling..
How to bear with this...
Then William Shakespeare appeared before me and described my feelings in his own inimitable style...

Merrily, merrily shall I live now,
under the blossom that hangs on the bough..

Continued in "Am Still Waiting For This Lady-Part-Six"

Am Still Waiting For This Lady-Part Four

noreply@blogger.com (Narrenaditya) — Wed, 08 Jun 2011 14:59:00 +0000

For it was not into my ear you whispered,

But into my heart.....

It was not my lips you kissed,

But my soul.
-George Bernard Shaw

“Today is the Day”…

That was the millionth time I told myself after waking up on that Monday morning as I was fully geared up to exhibit my singing talent before the great Ms.Gorgeous in the bus stop that day.

My friend is more tensed up than me as he could not sleep the whole previous night despite both of us consuming two bottles of beer each. That of course was with his money that was very successfully stolen from his beloved father’s purse.

My friend is a spiritual beast too and frightens Gods every morning with his boisterous prayers..He normally offers prayers to around a million Gods everyday, and on that particular day he must have definitely offered prayers to another ten million Gods of almost all religions in the world.

On the dotted line I was ready to leave for the bus stop and at that time he hurriedly came with his forehead adored with chandan and vibhuthi as if we were going to write our annual public exam.

I could not hide my laughter and told him..

“Abey saaley,we are not going to write any competitive exam..you bloody look like a cashier in an Udupi hotel..Remove it all and come normally..or else stay home,am not going to allow you to come like this”

“Do you know re idiot..how tensed up am,..???This is a bigger exam than a competitive exam..we can write an exam after a year again,but this is not like that..Listen to me..I prayed to God for your success today..”..

He tried to convince me but I searched around the whole room and lifted my cricket bat from a corner..

He obliged and we ended up in the bus stop on time.

Ms.Gorgeous was yet to come as our waiting began.

In the meantime my friend asked me..

“Arey,what is the song you are going to sing today re..???”

“Jeevan se bhar teri aankhen”,I said quietly.

He said”oh that’s a good one..i too know that”

At that moment I was not aware of the disastrous consequences that were to follow as a result of that statement.--

“I too know that”,

And by the time I realized, it was too late and everything else later ended up in a flop show.

A completely terrible fiasco.

As we were eagerly waiting in the bus stop,Ms.Gorgeous came on her time and as was her usual practice,decorated her throne in the bus stop-quite majestically.

I was sitting on the iron bar with my back facing her.My friend was standing diagonally opposite to me with his face towards me directly and towards her indirectly.

I could see her movements through the bifocals my friend was wearing.

Time was passing too heavily as I was with a great difficulty resisting the temptation of biting my nails..

She was looking into the direction of the bus.my friend was looking at her and I was looking into my friend's glasses.

After a few minutes…

My friend looked at me and gave me the hint to begin singing.

I paused for a moment,recollected the song and after a while slowly began humming my favorite..

“Jeevan se bhari teri aankhen”.

I began in a very low and mild tone..My focus was completely on my singing..

And to my utter shock..It was at this moment that the most unexpected happened…

As soon as I started humming,my friend too started humming the same song along with me in his typically loud voice completely out of sync with my voice.His singing was so dirty and unbearable,any music fan would have bombarded and killed him on the spot for spoiling such a lovely song.

It was so nauseating and God knows what must be the reaction of Ms.Gorgeous...

With my eyes popping out,I stopped my humming suddenly,but my friend continued for a while... Then looked at me with a lot of confusion...And then decided to put a halt on his bulldozing voice..

Many of you must be knowing this famous Kishore Kumar song from “Safar” and almost all of you can imagine what sort of an idiotic comedy of errors that our combined singing must have turned out to be.

Must be a definite beggars show for sure...

That was not the end of my agony as it was at that moment that I received the biggest shock of my life that put all my hopes and dreams on Ms.Gorgeous in complete jeopardy.

Ms.Gorgeous,who was sitting silently in the bus stop till then,suddenly stood up and started walking towards the next bus stop called the engineering college bus stop.

In a great fit of shock I just remained watching her going away and vanishing out of our field of vision...

A big..big..bigggggg FFFFFFFFFFFFFF..

Could there be anything more shameless than this for me…????

Went dumb as my mind became completely numb for a few seconds.....

1…2…3..4…5…6…

Seconds were passing..

Suddenly the whole bus stop and the trees around it heard that loud sound....

“pachakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk”

With my whole frame shivering with anger,shame and frustration I slapped my friend........

Really really slapped my friend......

And slapped very hard too.

“Abey D K Bose,who asked you to sing along with me.See how she ran away.It must be definitely her favorite song and unable to bear with your donkey singing she ran away.What a shame damned.”

Slapped again as I could not hide my frustration.

My friend,who was already shocked with her walking away is now more shocked with my slapping and I found tears in his eyes......

Holding my hands tightly,he said“Arey,sorry ra Balu(my pet name among family members and close child hood friends)........as we were used to singing together like this before too,I sang along with you..but how do I know that she will run away”

There was a lot of honesty and pain in his voice.He was very apologetic.

Trying to control myself I said “ok.ok..leave it …..you have spoiled everything..idiot..”

Almost weeping he was giving blank looks to me..

“And what if she doesn’t come to this bus stop tomorrow....and what if she goes to that engineering college bus stop every day” I said with still a great amount of anger in my voice.

Almost stammering he said“Aa..aaa..aaaa..why willllll s…h….eeee go that faaaar everydayyyy...It is impppppossibleeee...You see she will come to this bus stop tomorrow and I bet on it.Let us wait and see"

“Abey listen to what am sayinggggg…She must be very irritated with us,gimme one reason why should she come to this bus stop again..”my argument continued...

“What is the big deal in that,we are any how shameless..we will go to engineering college bus stop”he said-this time with a wry smile.

That looked like a justifying conclusion for me.

After that..I remained silent for almost ten minutes with many wild and link less thoughts crowding my mind…

I know that men and women think differently at all times.The big difference is that- men forget, but never forgive while women forgive, but never forget....

My great friend has no guts to disturb me and remained silent looking at me with a sort of a suspicion..

After all that heavy silence he suddenly came up with a brilliant idea..

“Arey Balu,we shall do one thing..I will not come to this bus stop from tomorrow for at least a week or ten days..I will some how come to college directly..you come here every day alone and then--only you will be visible to her..only two of you will be there in the bus stop and that privacy may be helpful to both of you..I know she is only irritated with me and definitely not with you..and if she finds that am not here she will definitely come to this bus stop again,which again is beneficial to you and you can still impress her with your singing..what do you say..????”

With a question mark face he was looking eagerly into my eyes for a reply..

Oh my,My,My..Whatta a friend I have..
Which friend in this world shall say this..

“Itz brilliant” I said happily.

I was filled with joy and thrilled with his idea...
Enjoyed that moment silently for a while..
Later I looked at my friend....
And looked deep into his eyes.

First thankfully,then sadly,then emotionally.

And finaly apologetically.

All my tension fizzled out as I smiled at him.

How lucky am to have such a friend who thinks so much about me and only about me…

By offering two beers that evening I have apologized to my friend very sincerely..

Beer bill was mine…Now please do not ask me how I could manage to pay that bill.

After that I was ready with our new plan and thankfully God this time was kind to me.

Continued in "Am Still Waiting For This Lady-Part-Five"

Am Still Waiting For This Lady-Part Three

noreply@blogger.com (Narrenaditya) — Wed, 04 May 2011 12:33:00 +0000

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health,
And quiet breathing.

Life doesn't move on expected lines and definitely not when you are desperately waiting for something to happen in your favor..

My attempts and exercises to draw the attention of that gorgeous lady went for a toss and I was almost breaking down with desperation..

We used to come to the bus stop everyday and almost at the same time…

Everyday she used to come wearing dresses in Rainbow colors,occupy her throne,look at the surroundings,look at the buses going to and fro,and finally look at me with all the disinterest in the world and then used to turn her head away..

Later..

She used to board her bus and we used to board our bus..
That is all..

What is so interesting in this and I started feeling that “..there is no more boring thing than this in this world..”

Life had become a hell of a routine for us..

The damn disinterest that she was showing towards me was burning me down internally..

Gosh..don’t I possess anything special to impress a beautiful girl..

Am ok handsome,an upcoming great cricketer and a reasonably good singer and actually many in the college cricketing circles and my friends enjoy my cricket and singing too..

So what’s wrong with me yaar..

I shouted at my friend..

He very politely told me..

“You are just an average good looking guy but no John Travolta for girls to drool over you,And great cricketer..???heh..you are no popular cricketer like Kapildev or not even Karsan Ghavri..and as far your singing is concerned you are slightly a better singer than those street children who sing on railway platforms..so why should any girl fall for you buddy..may be some girls give some preference to guys who have bikes..but you roam around the city in a city bus like a fatichar,and at any point of time never had more than thirty rupees in your pocket.. so my dear,to impress any girl you should at least have a bike”

With a confirmed thought that he is taking advantage of my predicament and only highlighting my negative points I pounced upon him with some of the most pungent unparliamentary words ever used in the history of foul language and screamed at him…

“….abey idiot how can I get a bike now..my dad will hang me upside down if I ask for it..

think and shoot a better idea,otherwise pray to God..Today shall be the last day of your life you bloody @#$%^%$#@%…”

A great friend that he is..he held me tightly and told me with more politeness in his voice this time..
“Listen re..You are a good cricketer ok,but no one is killing each other to see you playing in an ordinary league match in Hyderabad on a Sunday,so she can’t come to see your batting..even if she comes at least by accident,there is no guarantee that you perform well..because whenever you bat,you put your team under more pressure than your opposite team,and no one knows when you are going to get out or when you run your non striker out..And it will be a colossal tragedy if she sees that sort of a mishap..”he paused..

Because am aware of my greatness and my negative popularity in Cricket,I asked him in a weak tone“Abey,why are you torturing me so much you bloody sadist @^%$#...is there no other option to gain her attention..???”

He thought for a minute,looked around,scratched his head,then looked at me,smiled and said

“There is only one option left for you..and as I think it should work..”

“What is that..????Shoot it”,I shouted..

“Wait..let me complete..Of all the qualities you possess there is one quality that is slightly above average and that may attract her..Am talking about the quality of your singing..it is better to display your singing talent before her..it is also the easiest method..every girl will fall for good singing..start singing in bus stop from tomorrow..it is the only option left for you or else may God bless you”

That stupid advice irritated me a lot and after some more bashing asked him…

“Abey @;^%*^$#@saaley do you want me to do a live concert before her from tomorrow..???..”

Still remaining composed he said…

“..Who asked you to do a concert..never do that..she may think that we are urchins and may put some change in our palms or else she may think that you are a mentally retarded destitute boy and report to a mental asylum..instead just sit quietly on the iron bar in the bus stop and without looking at her just hummm a tune of a song..just a mild hum..ok..remember it should be a hindi song and not a Telugu song..if she is a north Indian she may think that you are chanting prayers in the bus stop when you hum a telugu song..so hum a hindi tune mildly,very mildly which should be audible only to her and not to the whole of university..and during that humming pretend as if you have not noticed her presence..it should appear to her that you are a Bal Gandharva sitting there in a world of your own and practicing music..I think this trick works and should impress her..Good luck”

Nodding my head I asked“..What if it doesn’t work..”

This time he lost all his patience and by displaying an ugly gesture by closing the fist of his right hand and further waving it towards me..

He said..

“@#(^%$*^&#!@..Bewakoof,we have seen this formula work in the popular hindi film PADOSAN..Girls should fall for good singers..so when it worked there, it should also work in your case...but idiot,remember this is only a hypothesis and not a theorem..”saying so he almost kicked me after that..

I was upset but my friend appeared like Kishore Kumar in Padosan..(With this great quality of analysis,study and composure this dearest friend of mine later went on to become a globe trotter and earned a big name for himself in the fast paced corporate world of Bombay and we are still the closest friends to each other today and shall remain so forever for a life beyond life…Amen)

I know am not fully convinced, but I have still decided to adopt his formula because I know that it is better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it..

Next day was a Sunday and on the following day I have decided to display my singing talent in front of her..have seriously practiced a few popular Hindi songs in the bath room,my normal place of practice both for my Cricket and singing..

Luckily I got a whole day to sharpen my skills and I want some one to judge my singing..Wished to call the friend who gave this great idea,as he stays nearby...but dropped it quickly because am sure his father will be at home on Sunday and shall burn me alive on a fry pan and chew me away during his drinks if I disturb his son on a Sunday..

So what is the alternative..I searched the whole house..as water,water everywhere and not a drop to drink,there were people and people every where in my house but not one to judge my singing talent..

I was only left with a middle aged demure and expressionless servant maid..she could not refuse my request as am her boss’s beloved son..I took her on to the stair case,made her sit comfortably..Later closed my eyes and started singing a wonderful number in Hindi..
"Jeevan se bhari teri aankhen,
majboor kare jeene ke liye.."
I was very much convinced with my singing and slowly opened my eyes with the anticipation that she is going to honor me with a standing ovation..but I was shocked to find a lifeless and tasteless expression on her face,ready to go the moment I leave her..

Then I told myself that..”..you shouldn’t try to teach a monkey to sing,it doesn’t work..and it may actually annoy the monkey…”

And finally I have mustered enough courage and decided to do what am best in doing…

Continued In "Am Still Waiting For This Lady-Part Four"

Am Still Waiting For This Lady-Part Two

noreply@blogger.com (Narrenaditya) — Tue, 15 Mar 2011 19:01:00 +0000

   Come to me in my dreams, and then
   By day I shall be well again!
   For so the night will more than pay
   The hopeless longing of the day

After the bus left I have realized that there is no point in cursing my poor friend..

But at the same time several questions crowded my mind..

Who is she..what is she studying..????

Which college..did she come there only on that day..????????

Or is she going to come there regularly..??????

If she is a regular,how is that I have not seen her before..will she come again the next day…????????

Damned-who will answer these questions..???

“God..pleaseee..please appear before me for some time and answer these easy questions..I very badly need your help..O My dear nice God,please understand..”
I was so desperate not because that I have not seen more gorgeous girls before that,but for sure no one shook me so r..o..m..a..n..t..i..c..a..l..l..y..
What to do..????
May be that was love at first sight..

(At a matured age,am laughing at this silly statement now..but was I not right for that tender age friends..???)

After that I was in no mood to go to the college..

In an utter frustration,I first checked my friend’s pocket ..Found thirty rupees..

Checked mine. Found twenty..

Not baaaadddd..We can still manage a movie..

We went to a popular Hindi film titled "Khel Khel Mein.."

That was the millionth time we were watching that film and that was the billionth time the film was being shown in Hyderabad since its first release God knows when....????

While watching the movie I found that many of those who have come to the theater have actually come there to do everything except watching the movie and the remaining all except me(you must trust me) have literally come there to visually measure those exceptionally outrageous physical properties of Neetu Singh..
And out of those few I bet I was the only stupid cum idiot in the whole of the theater watching only her face(Heyy..what's that look,am normal oh kay)
Finally,I looked around and found that even my great friend was no exception..
And..As a matter of fact I have to very honestly confess that even today my friend is a great fan of not only beautiful ladies but also of every female irrespective of her country,caste,color,creed,size,height,religion, her statistics, her radius n circumference and all her other vital dimensions and measurements etc.....

While watching the movie my frustration was growing in full throttle watching Rishi Kapoor romancing vivacious mini blue frock wearing Neetu Singh in the song...
"Ek main Aur Ek Tuuu.."..

Please stop here for a moment friends..
Many say that there is a great chemistry between Rishi Kapoor and Neetu Singh,but I wonder why is that they don't call it Zoology when what was happening between them was actually a part of the biological process and not a chemical process..????
This doubt like my many other doubts still remains uncleared!!!
Hick..Hick..Hick..

After that,with one foot up and one foot down that day too passed with a great difficulty and the next day arrived..

Dinggg..

Both of us friends filled with great eagerness,curiosity and anxiety ended up in the bus stop at 8.55 AM sharp..

The count down began..

Our waiting began..

And it continued for a difficult fifteen minutes..

Will she..or..will she not..will she or will she not..???

And to my great relief..

At 9.10 am…

I found her slowly,casually,carefully and almost counting every step.. c..o..m..i..n..g towards the bus stop..

I bet even top models around the world today do not display similar grace when they crazily walk on ramps of the fashion world....

As I was eagerly observing..

She slowly reached the bus stop and settled down on her throne..

With one deep look at her I found that she is that rare cocktail of those all time great beauties like Moonmoon Sen(portrait),Marilyn Monroe(grace)Moushmi Chaterjee(Smile)Meena Kumari(sweetness)..hmmmm...what else..Oh yeah..Neetu Singh the vivacious(??)and of course my pop diva Samantha Fox(????)…

Unmindful of my observation and my wild imagination she was sitting quietly in the bus stop looking into the direction of the bus....
That was really hurting my ego as she was not paying any attention to me...
Forget attention,she was not even noticing my presence....
Ohhh..Come on yaar..its too much..I can’t take it....

I felt that it was causing a serious dent to the handsome boy image I was enjoying in the college and in the friends’ circle at that time..

So on so forth was my thought process....

And..Then..
At that time..And
Exactly at that moment…It happened..
She casually..very very casually..

l..o..o..k…e..d at meeeeeee..

That was hardly for a second and even for that one second she looked straight into my eyes...
Goshh..
Her looks have send nuclear waves all through my body..

Imppppossssibbble…
I cannot forget the priceless look of that gorgeous lady that will be haunting me for many more lives to come..

As the serious dent caused to my handsome boy image was slowly vanishing,I broke into great raptures internally and looked at heavens as Sachin Tendulkar looks at them after scoring a century..

And that ecstatic state involuntarily reminded me a wonderful quote by Cervantes-

"The eyes those silent tongues of love.."

Me,My Friend and Ms.Gorgeous..
Only three of us were there in the bus stop at that time..

For a moment I had this ugly thought of killing my friend whom I suddenly felt was a big invader on our privacy..

After some breathless moments and senseless thoughts..

Her bus came..

Come what may we,the shameless,boarded the same bus along with her and got down at the same place she got down..

We followed her very carefully and finally found that she walked into the Kothi women’s college, another famous college in Hyderabad,unfortunately only for women..
And there is no way that I can enter inside..I told myself..

So what to do..

Still Ohhhhhhhhhkkkkkkkk..We could find her college at least..
So far so good..
Then I finally looked around with pride and heaved a great sigh of relief..huh..
Tenzing Norgay may not have carried that pride in his eyes when he looked at the world after scaling the Himalayas and reaching the summit of Mt.Everest..

What a relief..and what a joy..!!!!

This joy of mine made my friend poorer by a few bucks as he had to pay for ten plates of pani puri that we have consumed near the Sultan Bazaar bus stop..

Now..Task one accomplished..

Another big relief for me was that she is going to come to the ladies hostel bus stop every day and also at the same time..
9.10 AM..

Ok..Fine...But it also means that I have to be in the bus stop everyday at only 9 AM,and not before that..

But My first period is at 9 AM..

So what yaar…????I shouted at myself..

Not a difficult choice..

And after that day I have never attended my first period in the whole of that year..

Later it has become a daily routine for three of us to gather in the bus stop almost at the same time..

And the biggest celebration for me used to be on the day when my friend could not accompany me to the bus stop..

On those days only me and Ms.Gorgeous used to be there in the bus stop obviously waiting for the bus..

And during that trying and testing period I did everything to capture her attention..
Just to say a simple "Hi.." to her I used to do a lot of practice and rehearsal at home- before the mirror,during the bath etc....
But all my efforts used to fail miserably the moment I used t see her entering the bus stop..
My body used to shiver with body quake and I used to have palpitation with severe sweat in my palms..
I had enough opportunities on many occasions and on many occasions only two of us used to be there in the bus stop but still I used to shiver like a tree struck in whirlwinds and never had the guts at least to smile at her..
Almost a month passed like that with many futile attempts and my friend whom I thought was more valiant than me used to push me a lot by pumping in a lot of courage while going to the bus stop but used to hold my shoulder tightly the moment she used to walk into the bus stop..
What is more pathetic is that even our singing went for a toss as just the three of us used to sit silently in the bus stop as if posing for a still photograph..
Come what may,
I was keen on knowing her name at least,but failed on that front too..Even my friend,a self styled Sherlock Holmes too failed miserably..

So howwwww….????Howww..???Howwwwwwwwwwww...??????????

Who will tell thattttttttt…????

I asked God...
And the reply came from a devil..

Continued In "Am Still Waiting For This Lady-Part Three"

Am Still Waiting For This Lady

noreply@blogger.com (Narrenaditya) — Sun, 20 Feb 2011 07:55:00 +0000

Dear Friends,Whether or not you all believe-- this is the true story of a very graceful lady,her life,her passion and her feelings.Though I have a very vital role to play in this story, it only has a lesser significance.I very strongly feel that people around the world should know about this great lady of exemplary character whom I shall keep adoring until God himself decides to fall in love with me.....

Am Still Waiting For This Lady

Yes..Yes..Yes…

Still after twenty five years..

Still with my eyes wide open and..

Still with a bouquet in My hands and..
Still with the same smile and...

Still with my heart almost going breathless with every passing day...

AM STILL WAITING FOR THIS LADY..

Waiting to convey that..

That..

*******************************************************

Osmania University in Hyderbad,India is a picturesque location spread over 1600 acres(6kms) of green lands.

With beautifully laid out black top roads having green black berry trees on both their sides,Osmania University is one of the oldest modern universities in India and is a must watch for every student and for that matter every human being.

Even today,except an occasional city bus and a few bikes, one will not find much of a traffic moving on these roads.

If this is the scenario now..

One can then imagine how this university was twenty five years ago...

It was just spectacular..

Just the more serene and just the more peaceful than what it is today.

And in that spectacular university there is a beautiful bus stop under a huge Black berry tree. This is called the ladies hostel bus stop as it is just opposite the OU ladies hostel.

No one knows when this bus stop was erected but it is there even today,though in a slightly dilapidated condition...

And twenty five years ago..

On a quite day..

In that bus stop..

I have seen the most beautiful,gorgeous,pretty and above all the most graceful lady of my life.

This whole story is about that lady and that lady alone…

With a mind conquering grace and a more captivating enigmatic smile,this lady is still there vivid and active in my memory today and shall remain to be there for a life beyond life.

That is the aura and that was the magic she has cast over me.

I,as a student of graduation used to board my bus in this bus stop to my college,The Nizam college,one of the oldest, popular and the most celebrated colleges of not only Hyderabad but also of India...

It was this college that produced some rare gems like Sarojini Nayudu,M L Jaisimha,Shyam Benegal,Asif Iqbal,Rakesh Sarma,Mohd.Azharuddin,our Andhra Pradesh CM Kiran Kumar Reddy etc...

For me,life in those days was naughty as it ought to be and I was always on a song with so much to do in so little a time..

During one such days..

It was a lazy morning in the month of August..

It was around 9AM and I as usual was late to the college..

Normally at that time of the day only me and my friend used to be there in the bus stop with literally no one else around..

Sitting in the bus stop and waiting for the bus,both of us used to sing old Hindi songs loudly..

Really loudly....

And on that day too...

Both of us were waiting for our bus in the bus stop..

In a chorus and like a national anthem we were singing “mere sapnoki rani kab aayegi tu..”very loudly..

While singing I turned my head and started looking into the direction of the bus..

My singing stopped as I didn’t find the bus coming but found a young lady coming slowly towards the bus stop..

She was wearing a Red color salwar kameez and even from a distance gave me the impression that she is an extremely gorgeous lady..

As I was curiously watching her,she slowly walked towards the bus stop and sat comfortably in the vacant cement sofa in the bus stop..

At that time I was casually sitting on the iron bar in the front side and my friend was standing in front of me..

I was stunned by her beauty to say the least and was left dumb for almost some time..

After a few minutes my bus came..

I looked at my friend..he understood..

And we let the bus go..

Another came..same result..

I wanted to know which bus she will be catching and which college will she be going to..

I tried to look at her but she was busy waiting for the bus..

Me,my friend and Ms. Gorgeous..

Only three of us were there in the bus stop..

And in an absolute silence..

She was waiting..

I was waiting..

We were all waiting…

And finally her bus came and as everyone in the bus were watching with curiosity,she quietly boarded the bus..

I tried to move and was almost moving..

And before me and my friend could realize what was happening the lucky bus carrying the beautiful lady left us and left the bus stop..

Ohhhhhhhhhhh..Damned..

A big FFFFFFFFFFFFF..

I was shocked and mouth fully cursed my friend for not advising me to catch that bus..

Continued In"Am Still Waiting For This Lady-Part Two

Please Wait For An Important Story

noreply@blogger.com (Narrenaditya) — Thu, 13 Jan 2011 14:42:00 +0000

Dear Friends,
Greetings to all..

It has been a long time since I have posted something on my blog and I have tendered apologies for that too..
I also know that unlike me all of you are very kind hearted and will definitely bear with me for my long absence from the blogosphere..
With that said,I should also thankfully confess that there are a few precious followers who have been following my blog and my writings very closely and more importantly some of them are notable personalities from the field of literature and entertainment..
Secondly,My story on the school boy is still pending and am going to complete it in a short time..
There are a few friends who often question me about it..but i honestly say am not going to disappoint them..
Above all these things there is a very very important story am currently writing and I am dead eager to share it with you all..The only reason being that it is so close to my heart and my entire life is associated with that..

***************
Recently I met a man after twenty five years.(I must have told a zillion times to myself that"God,why did I meet this man and why did you author this meeting..")
The conversation that took place between the two of us has frozen me to say the least and forced me to write this story even if it costs me my time,my profession,my career or my everything..
I have decided that I should write this story..
And am already writing...And will post it very shortly..
Please wait for this very important true story with the title,"AM STILL WAITING FOR THIS LADY" that will narrate some thing that happened in the Osmania University campus twenty five years ago...

And..
My dear friends,
My whole life is very deeply associated with that happening..
So please wait..
And..
Till that time..
Very honestly yours

Narrenaditya

Sincere Apologies Friends..Am Fully Recharged Now

noreply@blogger.com (Narrenaditya) — Fri, 29 Oct 2010 07:06:00 +0000

Clouds symbolize the veils that shroud God.

God and nature do nothing in vain.

For man proposes, but God disposes.

Dear Friends/Readers/My Blog Followers

Sincere apologies for going off line for such a long time Friends..
Though not intentional circumstances forced me to do so and of course i have every justifiable reason to do so which only helped me in exploring more of my own self and also the world around..
And during all this soul searching process, I had this great opportunity of interacting with some of the legends from both Bollywood and Hollywood industry..There are great writers,directors and great screenplay writers among them..Oh yeah..a few beautiful ladies too..
And to my surprise they have not only read my stories with patience on Google Reader but also have complimented me for my writing..This by itself is a rare honor..
Anyways Friends..
Let bygones be bygones and I have now decided to continue my writing on this blog with the same reverential attention that I have been writing and request you all dear friends to view it,read it and encourage me as you have been doing before..

With Warmth,Love and Great Regards

Narrenaditya

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The Untold Misery Of A School Boy-Part Seven

noreply@blogger.com (Narrenaditya) — Wed, 14 Apr 2010 14:16:00 +0000

No soul can be forever banned,

Eternally bereft,

Whatever falls from God’s right hand

Is caught into his left.

-Edwin Markham

WARNING: The contents and images of this story may cause some pain and fear to some readers. Therefore I request those who are under treatment for psychosomatic disorders and cardiac problems not to read this story. Anyone going ahead is doing so at their own risk.

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Rahul’s mother taught him the practice of offering prayers to God..

And in his prayers Rahul used to ask for some unusual grants from God..

“God, please make me a bigger cricketer than Sachin Tendukar,

God, please make me stronger than Arnold Schwarzenegger..

God please make me a better dancer than Michael Jackson..

God, please make me richer than Bill Gates so that I can build a huge castle in Beverly Hills for my Mom and Dad..”

“God this..God that..”

So on and so forth were his prayers that used to baffle God..

Sadly,all that is history as little Rahul’s only prayer to God now is to grant him freedom from that hell…

Liberation from that misery and offer him a normal life to live..

That is all..

But little does Rahul know that the fate of humanity cannot be amended even by its CREATOR and that it is kept sealed and locked in an unopenable locker by Nature..

And also…..

Little does Rahul know that his final journey to that country has already begun from whose Bourne no traveler has ever returned..

Weeping loudly and almost going insane into a fit of rage as his whole frame was shuddering like a rural motor pump, Rahul went on screaming with pain for his mother from the deepest of the deepest wells of his voice..

“Mooooooooommmmmm..

Moooooooooooooooommmm..

Mooooooooooommmmmmmmmm….”

His pain filled voice echoed, re echoed and circulated in that class room first…

In the dark corridors next…

And in the whole of the school last..

Listening to Rahul’s voice in absolute silence, the whole of the school building at that time was standing like a ghost in the darkness..

Suddenly all the nightly creatures and insects hovering around the class room stopped their movements and noises for a second and paid their attention to the unusual voice that disturbed the rhythm of their privacy..

They may not understand what that voice was…

But they were all able to measure the pain in that voice..

In a rage Rahul just went on weeping and screaming loudly for a few moments and stopped as his tired vocal chords refused to cooperate any further..

Tears were flowing down Rahul’s milky cheeks as his eyes were just looking around into darkness with fear and with the hope of finding some help in some form..

He was desperately searching for his mother through that darkness..

But the saddest part of the story is that Rahul is too young to realize that he will forever be confined to that solitary confinement..

And

That..

He will never hear or see his beloved mother in his life time again even if he calls her a million times..

With so much of heaviness and discomfort in his head and with his vocal chords temporarily going numb..

Rahul just could not stay quite at one place..

He wept and wept and wept…

Not only due to his loneliness and darkness..

But also due to the unbearable trauma caused by the gripping diabolic fear that took hold of his whole mind and its complete network..

He wanted to come out of its grip but was unable to do so..

He went on weeping for a long time..

He is hungry, he is thirsty, he is angry and he is helpless..

Not able to cope up with that internal torture and trauma he started banging his head to the writing table..

He just went on banging and banging..

And banging..

And stopped..

As the whole of the nervous system in his brain got jammed and stopped functioning..

As a result,there is a terrible unmentionable pain in and around his head as there was a severe swelling on his forehead with mild bleeding..

During Rahul’s banging of his head all the tables in and around his writing table moved haphazardly making a loud noise in the whole of the class room..

The whole of the class room was aghast witnessing such a pathetic scene..

Irritated by so much of unusual movement around its territory

And irritated by the invasion of its privacy by some unforeseen force…

A thick skinned dark black Lizard, almost the size of the palm of Hercules moved in discomfort behind the small door of the window which was hardly two feet away from Rahul…

It could not identify the source so it lazily closed its eyes and went back to sleep..…

For a moment there was a terrible silence in that room as little Rahul,with his head resting on the table closed his eyes and remained so in a semi conscious state..

He was moaning pathetically in all sorts of physical and mental pain..

A few minutes passed in that fashion..

It was still raining very heavily out side..

The whole city of Hyderabad was still under a grip of darkness and rain as power supply to the city was interrupted due to that un seasonal rain..

The entire school was still filled with darkness and still filled with silent rain..

The dark cat was still unmoved and still observing Rahul and his plight..

With one foot up and one foot down, the time was still marching normally..

And exactly at that time..

When the two needles of the clock stood together in a deep embrace on one number in that dark night..

It happened...

And it all happened so suddenly..

And..

A major twist in Nature took place..

The dark Cat that was observing Rahul for quite some time from a distance shivered as it received the shock of its life after clearly witnessing that twist in nature..

And with that shock..

It suddenly jumped off the place and started running through the dark corridors of the school meowing and yowling loudly, painfully and pathetically..

And rushing so through the dark corridors the shocked Cat ran away and vanished into deeper darkness..

But what shocked the black Cat was not Rahul’s screaming or weeping.

Not Rahul’s fate or destiny..

But the Cat was shocked to see “something” that it should not have seen..

Shocked by seeing “something” that was beyond human comprehension..

Shocked because by seeing that “something” it lost its vision..

Shocked because with that loss of vision it became blind forever and ever....

And with that forever blindness the fear filled Cat ran away..

And ran away frightened by what it has seen..

But what was that SOMETHING that the Cat has seen..

That “something”..

That is beyond human comprehension and human nature…

And..

What was …..

T…….H……….A………TTTTTTTTT………

……………………………………………………………………………………………

Continued in the Untold Misery Of A School Boy-Part Eight

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The Untold Misery Of A School Boy-Part Six

noreply@blogger.com (Narrenaditya) — Sat, 27 Mar 2010 06:01:00 +0000

First our pleasures die - and then Our hopes,

And then our fears - and when These are dead,

The debt is due, Dust claims dust,

And we die too.

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

………………………..

Driving away all the darkness and driving away all the silence in the room,there was a sudden lightning followed by a huge thundering sound in the sky that sent ripples across the whole frame of Rahul…..

The atmosphere that was so chilly till that time became breezy resulting in a heavy downpour outside..

Rahul could not withstand so much of lightning appearing so suddenly in the field of his vision that was filled with lot of darkness till a moment ago..

His whole body started to shiver terribly…

But shivered..

Not with chills..

And..

Not with fear..

And definitely..

Not with the thunder and lightning..

But..

With the sight of a dark ghostly image that suddenly appeared on the white walls of the class room like a flash during that lightning..

It literally stopped Rahul’s breathing for a moment..

He had very clearly seen it..

Very very clearly seen it..

It was like the face of an old lady with her whole hair scattered over her shoulders..

And that lady in the image clearly stared at him for a moment during its brief appearance....

He too had seen the face of that image very clearly..

And then along with the lightning that image too vanished..

It was a damn scary and hair rising experience for Rahul..

But what was that damned image..??????????????????

Huhhhhhhh………..

He was too scared to analyze that..

Unfortunately..

Poor Rahul could not realize that it was actually the image of the dark bushes of the large Banyan tree in the school compound behind which the lightning occurred..

And as a result when its image reflected on the wall it appeared like an image of an old lady to the fear filled mind of Rahul..

That is all..

But with that scary effect and with terrible jerks in the whole body..

Rahul started shivering like a patient who shivers with severe convulsions during an attack of epilepsy. He was involuntarily grinding his teeth and his lips were constantly shaking with an unknown fear..

With the inner walls of his head diabolically squeezed by terror..

With his stomach set on fire with anxiety..

With his chest clutched with heaviness..

Rahul was fully loaded with agony….

And that agony was terrible and a bit too much for Rahul..

Unable to withstand that..

He started pulling his hair with both the hands and suddenly broke down into uncontrollable tears and wept loudly..

Pathetically and painfully, calling his beloved mother whom he thinks is the only force in this world who can save him from that misery..

His whole pain filled voice was circulating in the room hitting the four walls very violently..

He wept and went on weeping till his eyes started to overflow with tears..

Loads and loads of tears…

Though dark those tears were clearly visible to the darkness…

And through the darkness..

To the dark cat..

That was observing him silently from a distance....

But that dark cat was not looking at Rahul and not looking at his tears..

With the whole hair on its body fully rose…

It was looking at..

Rahul’s future..

His fate, his destiny…

His nearing end and his total destruction..

With occasional thunders and lightning..

It was raining very heavily outside..

Though drenching in heavy rain the dark cat was still un moved and still observing Rahul,his sad fate and his sorry state..

On the other hand..

Rahul was weeping through a hell of tremendous intra psychic stress and was totally unmindful of all the things around..

He was growing restless second by second and could not sit stable at one place..

As part of an involuntary body reaction he closed his eyes tightly..

Opened them immediately as that ghostly image was haunting him when he closed his eyes..

He wanted to get up and move but was blinded by the darkness around and could not move..

He is thirsty,he is hungry..

And he is what not..

What a situation for the young mind of Rahul..

Terrible…Terrible..Terrible……

To be or not be..

To move or not to move..

To be here or to be there..

To believe or not to believe..

To live or to die..

A sort of a complete parenthetical inter position..

Terrible…Terrible..Terrible……

Humanity can survive anything but suspense…

Humanity can survive anything but helplessness..

And humanity can survive anything but loneliness..

And unfortunately Rahul has to battle against all those three evil elements of Nature in order to survive..

And he has no other way and has to survive till God interferes..

But when will God interfere..

Will HE or wont HE……..?????????

Suspense again..

………………………………………………….

Continued in The Untold Misery Of A School Boy-Part-Seven

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The Untold Misery Of A School Boy-Part Five

noreply@blogger.com (Narrenaditya) — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 17:37:00 +0000

WARNING:The contents and images of this story may cause some pain and fear to some readers.Therefore I request all those who are under treatment for psychosomatic disorders and cardiac problems not to read this story.Anyone going ahead are doing so at their own risk.

                       …………………

      Strange - is it not? - that of the myriads,

   Who Before us passed the door of Darkness
   Through,

   Not one returns to tell us of the road

   Which to discover we must travel too.

   -Omar Khayyam

After waking up from the deep sleep and gaining some consciousness, Rahul then was in complete sitting position with his hands rested on the table..

He tried to figure out where he was but found only pitch black darkness all around..

He tried to see through the darkness.But nothing was visible..

For a moment he thought that the power supply was off..

Yawning very lazily he called his mother..

“M..o…mmmm..”

He did not get any response..

So he called again..

This time by increasing the volume of his tone..

“Mooooooommmmmmmmmmmmm..”

Still no use..

While calling so he was regaining full consciousness and was slowly getting back his senses into full action..

He then turned his head around in one eighty degrees..

Could see nothing..

Waited and then again..

He called his mother....

Moooooooooooommmmmmmmmmm…”

And this time he found the difference..

In the closed room he was listening to his own voice in a digital effect..

Confused and finding it very odd he looked around with still half opened eyes..

And again found more and more blinding and a terribly frightening darkness all around with not even a ray of light from anywhere..

He started feeling very uncomfortable with so much of darkness around and in particular with the closed room tone which was more irritating.

Not only that,after sleeping for such a long time his lips have gone dry and he was feeling thirsty..

He was very badly in need of some water to drink...

Now slowly turning to his left..

And..

With the hope of waking up his mother for water, he very casually moved his left hand in the air...

His intention was to touch and wake his mother up who normally sleeps to his left side on the double bed while his father sleeps to his right..

And when he moved his hand it involuntarily came into contact with the wooden table lying in front of him..

He felt the touch a bit hard..

In the darkness he could not understand what those hard objects were and why did they come into his bed room..

Spreading his hand on the table like a blind man he tried to find out what that hard object was..

After running his hand over it he realized what it was...

And told himself..

“It is like the writing table in my class room”

He paused for a second..

Then the doubt…

“But,why..is..it..in our…bed ro..o…oo..oo..…..”

He thought and paused,

Paused and thought,

Thought,thought…

t..h…o..u..g..h..t..

????????????????????

No need to complete the question..

No need to figure out..

Then..

And..

T…..h…..e………n..

“THONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG………..”

A huge bomb large enough to blow away the whole universe, exploded in his mind..

That’s all..

He just jumped off the sitting position and looked around to identify the place..

One after the other…

In a quick reel..

He could recollect all the incidents that took place since morning that day..

His father dropping him at the school, the lunch break, lunch with his friends, the curd rice, the French fries and finally his sleeping in the last table..

G…………Oooooooooo..SSSSSSSS.HHHHHHHHHhhh…..

"How could I sleep for such a long time...."
"Why did those rascals Peter,Sam and Mihir not wake me up.."
"How could the teacher not notice me.."

“But..where is the watchman..why did my father not come to pick me up????”

“Do I have to stay here the whole night till the school opens tomorrow?”

"Oh no no no.."

All these thoughts that were whirling in his young mind came to a sudden halt as one thought bomb…

Bigger than all the explosives in the world..

Had blown his mind into pieces by knocking him off,shaking him off.and shattering him off there by throwing his mind into a complete disarray of psychological imbalance..

“..The school will remain closed from tomorrow..”

Rahul may not be an Albert Einstein but is intelligent enough to figure out what must have happened while he was sleeping..

And what finally led to his loneliness in the darkness..
Hoooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh..
He stopped breathing for a moment......

Then..………..

Exactly

Then..………..

A sort of a fearfully fear packed fear rushed into his mind..

A gripping, mind wrenching fear that can blow away any brave man,

A dangerously most dangerous fear that should not enter in to anybody’s mind in their life time..

A fear from whose captivity no human being could ever escape..

And exactly that fear…

That fear..

Entered his mind..

My dear readers, Death is less dangerous and more pleasurable than the mind that is filled with that sort of a gripping fear..

That fear from within his own self took Rahul’s tiny and tender mind into complete control..

With his eyes literally popping out of his face, he looked around like a hapless Dove surrounded by a number of ruthless hunters..

Making things worse..

He started feeling a sort of heaviness in his chest..

There is a terrible feeling of anxiety filled with tremors right in the middle of his stomach which was making him unsteady..

It was a sort of an unbearable trauma too much even for the matured elders…

And it is needless to say what sort of a devastating impact it will have on the tiny economy of Rahul..

He looked fearfully at the fear he has to combat..

Looked tearfully at his fate pleading for mercy...
And looked requesting at the darkness with helplessness..

Unfortunately..

He could only find more and more blinding and a terribly frightening darkness all around...

Again with that deafening dark silence mixed with the more irritating room tone..
He was going breathless..

There is no light whatsoever from any corner..

Except…

A little light that was coming from the sparkling marble like eye balls of a dark thick haired black cat that was observing Rahul and his plight from a little distance from the window..

The dark cat was surprised to see someone sitting in darkness in the class room at that hour of night..

With its eyes filled with curiosity it was silently observing Rahul for a long time..

Fortunately Rahul did not observe the dark cat that was like a symbolic glorification of darkness and fury..

He was just sitting and looking deep into the terrorizing darkness spread before his field of vision..

Suddenly his whole body started to shiver with chills..

Continued in The Untold Misery Of A school Boy-Part Six

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The Untold Misery Of A School Boy-Part Four

noreply@blogger.com (Narrenaditya) — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 13:38:00 +0000

When fortunes come,

They normally come in a single file,

And when misfortunes come

They definitely come in battalions

Little Rahul’s parents Shekhar and Supriya are brilliant academicians with high profile jobs.

Even their friends and relatives are all brilliant academicians with aristocratic back grounds. But all their intellectual energy combined together could not generate one simple common sense related theory that,

“Rahul is a young boy and there is every possibility of his sleeping in the class room.”

Shekhar too just went by what the stupid watchman had told him.

”I CHECKED EVERY ROOM..THERE IS NO ONE THERE”

May be all of us will normally go by what people around us say and shun our responsibilities and duties at a very crucial juncture.

We think that the watchman has a duty to perform and that he had checked everything as per his duty and should be trusted and when he says so we trust him.

But the other person whoever it might be may still be wrong some times…

Many people among us with our pre occupied minds tend to take certain people and certain statements for granted which may some times result in an irreparable damage and irrevocable tragedy causing unbearable pain for a life beyond life.
And that sort of a lackadaisical attitude of humanity resulted in this story.

After their desperate search..

Shekhar and friends left the school premises and moved towards their respective vehicles…

Supriya was weeping inconsolably for her son.

“..Rahul..my Rahul..where are you my son..my beloved son..where are you..God..where is my Rahul..”

???????????????????????????????????????

The friends,the relatives,the police everyone were watching her in utter helplessness..

Some were trying to console her,and some were giving her words of courage..

It was 9.00 PM..

Holding Supriya close to his heart Shekhar moved from that place..

With heavy hearts,the friends too followed them..

Raising a lot of dust..

One after the other all the cars left the place..

At that time..

The wind was still blowing mildly..

The room where Rahul was sleeping was bathing in thick darkness getting ready to greet Rahul..

The dark corridors,the crows ,other living creatures and nocturnal animals were all waiting to greet Rahul when he wakes up..

The tips of the tall Eucalyptus trees in the school compound were moving very closely to the room gazing at Rahul from a very close quarter..

When viewed in loneliness during the night and when viewed in darkness through the window from Rahul’s point of view the moving of those eucalyptus tress will definitely shatter even the bravest among the brave..

And how will the tiny and tender Rahul receives it..?????

Only time will tell..
That time that has never altered its pace for any one..

That time that treats everyone with equal respect..

That time that is so detached from all human emotions and attachments..

That time that is the only witness to so many historically important events, happenings and tragedies..

And that time “at that time” was moving very mechanically..
Moving..

With one foot up and one foot down..

Marching in complete discipline and in an order

As commanded by HIM, The Supreme Commander of The Universal Forces..

And..

At that time..

And

Exactly at that time..

At 9.02 P M…

Our very beloved tiny,tender,cute looking little Rahul..

Woke up..

Really,really..

Woke up..

Woke up first from his sleep..

Then rubbing his eyes with his fists he tried to open them..

Slowly..
Very Slowly..

He thought he opened them, but they were only half open..

After a few seconds he opened them fully..

The eye lids were still sticking to each other..

Waited..

Then he opened them again with some effort..
He could only see thick darkness all around combined with the sound of creaky nightly tones like that of crickets...

For a few moments he remained static in a state of confusion..

It was a semi conscious state anyone would experience when they wake up from a very deep slumber..

His head was heavy and numb as he slept continuously for a long time on a wooden table..

He tried to come into full consciousness but his numb mind was not cooperating with him,so he did not try to move and remained in the same position for some more time..

While doing so he felt some hardness under his back and then made an attempt to wake up from that position..

In an attempt to raise his body from that sleeping posture..
Ddhhakkk..
He forcefully came into contact with the writing table in front of him as his head hit it very badly..

A pain filled”mom”,invoulantrily came from his mouth as that contact with the table caused some pain..

And with that contact he regained complete consciousness..

The lonely room filled with darkness,the fully open window,the five elements of nature were all watching him with bated breath…

If only humanity is gifted with the powers of reading,viewing and understanding the body language of the five elements of Nature,it will definitely find them shedding tears for our little Rahul as they were seeing his future at that moment..

The Story Now Begins in the Untold Misery Of A School Boy-Part Five

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The Untold Misery Of A School Boy-Part Three

noreply@blogger.com (Narrenaditya) — Wed, 10 Feb 2010 05:31:00 +0000

   "Man was made for joy and woe;
   And when this we rightly know,
   Thro' the world we safely go"
   -William Blake

Rahul's father Shekhar normally comes at 4.45pm everyday to pick up Rahul.But on that fateful day he was late by twenty minutes due to unforeseen diversion in traffic on the way.

By the time Shekhar walked into the premises the whole school was empty.

Looking into all directions he hurriedly rushed into the school and saw the watchman coming out..

Shekhar halted the watchman and asked him,”..watchman,where is my son Rahul..Did you see him..”

“..No sir..I didn’t see him..he must have gone long ago..there is no one in the school.”Replied the watchman..

“..Did anyone come to pick him up..”Asked Shekhar anxiously

“..That I don’t know sir,I have just checked every room and locked the whole building..All the children were in a holiday mood..Rahul must have gone to some nearby friend’s house..”concluded the watchman..

That looked like a convincing conclusion for Shekhar..

Bidding goodbye the watchman who was in a hurry excused himself from the place...

And Shekhar too moved..

The third and another big blunder that finally led to the great tragedy…

Shekhar should not have trusted the watchman..

Because Rahul never went to any of his friends’ house in the past without informing his father..Even in the past too Shekhar came late many times..

But Rahul used to wait for his father under a big tree in the school premises and never ventured to move out of the school any time..

The watchman who was in a hurry wanted to move quickly and to avoid Shekhar he told something that worked on Shekhar’s psyche..

So Shekhar too moved..

And by moving so he committed the biggest mistake ever committed by any father in this world..

And that mistake he will regret for a life beyond life..

It was 5.15 P M

Rahul was unmoved and still sleeping in the class..

In complete loneliness..

And..

In gradually growing darkness….

The first thing that Shekhar did after coming out of the school was to go to the nearby friend’s house..

”No..Rahul didn’t come..”came the reply..

He received similar replies from three more houses..

Though not very sure Shekhar called his home to find out if Rahul had come..

“..No..”replied Rahul’s grand parents in an anxious voice..

Shekhar was not listening what they were saying later..

He disconnected the phone..

“Where..Where..W…h…e…r….e…???????????????????????

His head was full of questions and questions..

Slowly and very slowly sweat started accumulating on Shekhar’s fore head…

The first sign of anxiety and panic disorder.

He hesitated for a while and then called his wife Supriya on her mobile.She was still in her office at that time.

Trying to control himself Shekhar very slowly told her..”..Supriya,..be normal and listen to me.Rahul is missing..”

Which mother in this world shall remain normal when she hears some thing like,”..our son is missing…”

“Whaaaattttttt……….????????????”

Supriya screamed loudly to the utter shock of her colleagues..

One after the other Shekhar explained everything to her..

All the colleagues gathered around Supriya to know what was wrong with her..

They were shocked to hear that her son went missing….

Supriya has the telephone numbers of all Rahul’s close friends..

She called everyone one by one and everyone one by one and one after the other doubled her anxiety with their negative replies first and anxious questions next..

She is neither in a mood to reply to their questions nor she has the patience to stay composed..

She immediately rushed out of the office along with some of her colleagues and friends and reached home as quickly as possible..

Shekhar was already waiting there with his friends and relatives.The word spread around and almost all the friends gathered at Shekhar’s home.

It was 6.45 P M..

Surprisingly so..

Rahul was still..

S..l..e..e..p..i..n..g....

Still unmoved..

Still in the same posture..

There is a thick darkness gradually growing all around him in the room..

A sort of a blinding pitch darkness with a typical and terrifying sound of absolute silence that is dangerously getting ready to create terror in the tiny and tender mind of Rahul..

And there was still a mild breeze blowing through the window combined with a haunting sound..

7.15 P M..

Shekhar,Supriya and friends are in the area police station giving as many details as possible to the police.The officer in charge was also very sympathetic towards them and was noting down every small detail..

Immediately a note was sent to all the police stations and local television channels along with the photograph of Rahul..

And immediately all the TV channels started flashing the photo of Rahul with relevant details..…

8.00 P M

Along with a few friends and police Shekahar and Supriya reached the school to search every bit of the surroundings…

With huge Torch lights they went around the whole place and covered every bit…

Without much use..
As they were so searching..

Rahul was s.t.i.l.l. .s.l.e.e.e.e.e.e.p.i.n.g…..

Still in more loneliness..

And still in more and more dangerously growing
D..a..r..k..n..e..s..s…s..s..s...s..

Continued in The Untold Misery Of A School Boy-Part-Four

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The Untold Misery Of A School Boy-Part Two

noreply@blogger.com (Narrenaditya) — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 08:10:00 +0000

They say

"Whom the Gods love die young.."

If that is true..

"Thank you GOD,we don't need your love...."

As soon as the final bell rang..All the innocent and naughty children just jumped out of their seats and ran out of the class like a swarm of bees..

Their juvenile nature did not remind them that their beloved friend Rahul was still sleeping in the last bench and that they have a duty to wake him up..

They were too young to be mindful of these things and they just ran out in a joyful holiday mood..

Rahul was in deep sleep and in fact slept on the bench behind his writing table in the extreme corner of the room..

One by one all the students, teachers and the administration staff…

L..e..f..t……the… school..

Rahul was still sleeping..

The entire school was vacant in fifteen minutes..

At 4.50 P M..

The school watchman started his final duty of the day..

Starting with the first room in the school building he walked into each and every class room, checked everything, switched off all the lights and fans, closed all the windows and finally locked every room..

The secretary of the school was waiting in the office room to receive the keys of all the rooms from the watchman..Later the keys will be kept in a safety locker by the secretary till further opening of the school..that is the daily practice there..

One by one, the watchman finished checking and locking all the rooms in the ground floor..

Then he reached the first floor, did the same there..

As he was moving to the second floor, he got a call on his mobile phone from his wife asking him to come home early as the last bus for their village was at 6.30 PM..

He looked at his watch..

It was 4.58 P M..

He moved briskly towards the second floor..

While moving so he told himself that he should cover the whole second floor in less than five minutes..

Rahul’s class room lies in the second floor and even in that floor it was the last room in the corridor..

The East facing corridor was gradually gathering darkness with shadows of the huge pillars spreading across the carpet as if signaling a great calamity..

The crows on the nearby tree were making a constant noise as if they were foreseeing something..

Unfortunately Rahul was still sleeping..

Moving hurriedly the watchman went on closing all the rooms in the second floor without properly checking them..

He just switched off all the power switches in each room and locked them one after the other...

And finally at 5.03 P M..

He walked into Rahul’s room..

He switched off the fans first..

Then the lights..

That being the month of December and mid winter time in India, the room almost became completely dark once the watchman had switched off the lights..

Rahul was still s..l..e..e..p..i..n..g on the wooden bench near the rear window in the last left side corner of the room..

The distance between the main entrance which was in the front right side corner of the room and the place where Rahul was sleeping was around thirty five feet..

The stupid watchman thought that it was a waste of time to cover all that distance and close the window..

So he very carelessly moved out to close and lock the main entrance door..

The watchman was being paid for that job of checking each and every door and window of the school building and see that they are properly closed and locked.

But he did not do so on that day..

A gross injustice to his job and duty…

The second and the biggest factor that later contributed to the great tragedy..

The window beside which Rahul was sleeping was left open, unchecked.

If that window was checked by the watchman he would have noticed Rahul sleeping there..

But that bloody SOB didn’t do that..

He calmly walked out off the second floor first and the first floor next and finally handed over the keys to the eagerly waiting secretary..

Later the secretary very promptly kept those keys in the safe custody, locked it, locked the room and pushed off..

Rahul was still sleeping..

It was 5.08 PM…

And at that time came Rahul’s father,Shekhar

Very hurriedly….

And now..

There is a gradual change in the weather and marching from west to east an army of thick black clouds started taking positions in the sky..

Sending some signals about the great tragedy...

Continued In The Untold Misery Of A School Boy-Part Three

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The Untold Misery Of A School Boy-Part One

noreply@blogger.com (Narrenaditya) — Mon, 18 Jan 2010 06:20:00 +0000

   "...As flies to wanton boys are we to Gods
   They kill us for their sport.."
   -From King Lear By William Shakespeare

No parents in this world should go through the trauma and pain the parents of Rahul,a ten year old school boy, have gone through.
I read about this highly disturbing and mind shattering tragic incident about five years ago.
As a very caring father of two little daughters I still feel truly terrible whenever this incident comes to my mind.
It was a small news column in a local newspaper but was large enough to disturb the mankind.
I tried to visualize the whole tragic incident with my creative eye and I am trying to present it before you all with as much detail as possible.
I request all those readers who are highly sensitive and emotional in their nature to stay back and not to proceed beyond this point..
I also request pregnant ladies and elderly people with heart ailments not to read this story..
Others,
Please go through....
Rahul,as I told you was a cute little boy of ten years age studying in a decent convent school of Hyderabad, India.
He was the only son to his parents and naturally was the cynosure of all eyes in the family..

His parents,Shekhar and Supriya, were decent employees in a software company and one can confidently say that they were a happy go lucky family with everything offered to them on a platter by the Almighty.
Everything was so picture perfect in their life till that day…
The day that shattered their families..
The day that has sent Rahul’s mother Supriya into coma for life..
And that day shall remain forever in the memories of everyone associated with that incident..
And On that day..
Rahul’s father Shekhar as was the daily routine dropped Rahul at the school at around 8.30 a m…
Rahul was studying fifth class in that convent school..
After saying “Bye” to his father Rahul ran into the school in a flash..
But before running into the school Rahul did not forget to kiss his dad on his left cheek..and his dad too did not forget to reciprocate the same..
But at that moment neither Rahul nor his father knew that it is the one last time that they are kissing each other in their life and that they will not be seeing each other again..
The school is quite big in size both in terms of strength as well as appearance..

The entire school arena at that time was cacophonic with children running here and there..
It was a co education school with children coming from higher middle class and aristocratic families..
The school was getting ready for the daily assembly and prayer..
In one go Rahul ran into his class room straight away,thrown his bag into his table and rushed to greet his friends..
Before the commencement of the assembly and actual classes, the children hardly get ten minutes of time to play or greet each other..

So they try to squeeze the maximum out of that time without wasting a moment..
Rahul wanted to come early that day by at least fifteen minutes but some how it did not work out.He wanted to spend more time with his friends in the ground because from the following day the school will remain closed for two weeks due to Christmas holidays..
The entire school at that time was colorful and joyous wearing a sort of a festive look and holiday atmosphere all around…

At 8.45 A M..
The assembly bell rang..
All the children gathered at one place for the prayer..
Together they very mechanically finished their prayers..

and later in a line moved into their respective classes…
At 9 A M..
Classes began..
And..
Class periods followed one after the other..
At 12 P M
Came the lunch break..
During the lunch time Rahul and his friends gathered at a regular place they normally gather for lunch..

At 12.05 P M..
Rahul opened his Tiffin box and was irritated at the sight of too much of curd rice stuffed into it..
He hates curd rice..
And he often tells his friends that one day he shall, come what may kill the person who invented curd rice..
His mother insists that he should eat curd rice often to stay healthy..
Discussions and arguments go on in the house whenever curd rice is on the menu in lunch for Rahul..
But it is needless to say who wins those arguments..
And as a result curd rice occupies maximum space in the lunch box the next day..
And same thing happened that day too..
But Rahul still was happy as he found some French fries in the next box..
So far so good..
Cracking jokes on each other the naughty friends group finished their lunch..
They sat there for some more time laughing at one another..
At 12.30 P M..
A bell rang signaling the end of lunch break..
And pretending all the quietness in the world the naughty children are back in their respective classes..
Rahul was feeling heavy and for a moment thought that he had an overdose of lunch..
He told the same to his friend..His friend laughed...
At 12.35 P M
The afternoon session of classes have begun..
Though a brilliant student Rahul was a tall boy..
In any school tall students are made to sit in the last bench and Rahul was no exception..
Consumption of too much of curd rice was making Rahul very sleepy..
There was a window beside the last bench and a cool breeze of air was blowing mildly at that time..
Rahul was trying his best to ward off the sleep..
But it was becoming extremely difficult for him to control.
He somehow managed for two periods and after half of the last period it was impossible for him to resist the sleep any further..
And the gentle breeze was playing it’s role too..
Finally it became impossible for Rahul to exercise any control over his sleep..
Starting with a casual nap..
He slowly very slowly dropped into a deep slumber..
At 4.30 P M the final bell rang..
Exactly at this time the first major contributing factor to the whole of the tragedy occurred..

Continued in The Untold Misery Of A School Boy-Part-Two

There Cannot Be a Bigger Tragedy Than This-Complete story

noreply@blogger.com (Narrenaditya) — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 08:34:00 +0000

I read about this tragic incident almost a decade ago. It was just a small five line news item that appeared in a local news paper in my city of Hyderabad, India. But it still keeps haunting me today. I have very strongly felt that the whole world should stand up and take notice of this great tragedy and offer their salutations to the brave lady involved in this. I tried to visualize the whole tragic drama with my creative eye and penned it down properly in a narrative form for the convenience of the reading world.
Please go through..
*****************************************************

It happened in the August month of 1999 in an average coastal town of Orissa,India..
It was a town with around ten thousand population...
It was raining cats and dogs there for almost a week..
Life to say the least,was paralyzed.
The communication link with the outside world was cut off long ago..

And
On that eventful day..
It was around 5 AM in the morning..
Almost all the people of the town woke up shocked as they found pools of water flowing around them with a terrifying noise.

Before they could realize what was happening, the levels of water started rising drastically and there was no escape route for them as the heavily gushing water was hampering their movements…
Still they managed to run out of their houses but pathetically found themselves stranded in more and more of flood water..
The water at that time was up to the waist level and was gradually rising..

The shocked many tried to reach that handful of high rise buildings in the town only to find them overflowing with people.
While the lucky ones could barge in…those unlucky were shunted out…
And it was still very heavily raining at that time..
With the passing of time..
Rains didn’t stop..
The rising of water levels didn’t stop.
And the plight of the people didn’t stop..
All the streets were full with people and full with water..

Some people were trying their best to come out of the water but the level was constantly rising and was making life miserable for them.
By then almost all of them have very silently realized that they are slowly heading towards a country from whose Bourne no traveler has ever returned..
But there were still some people shouting for help ..
A few some were weeping out of fear.

While some were down low spirited…A few some were going hysterical…
Children and the old aged were the worst affected as one by one of them started dying a silent death…
A helpless death..
An unnoticed silent death…
Unfortunately so..

All the remaining of them there wanted to live…
Just live. Do something. But live..
Helplessness….Dddaammmnnn helplessness was bogging them down..
Questions and questions were frustrating them..
Do..??What to do..???How to do..????
How..how…..??????????????
All they want from God at that moment was..
Life. Just life. Nothing..Nothing else…
No riches,no money…No egos,no jealousy…
No holier than thou attitudes..No one-upmanship..
No false shows of prestige…
No clashes,no rivalry,no religion,no exploitation in the name of God.no superiority,no inferiority,
Nothing..nothing..And nothing else..

But life and life alone..
But less do they know
That..
In the court of Nature there is no room for appeal..

But still they were doing their best to survive.. They were praying for life.. Praying for those helping hands..
Praying loudly, praying silently.
Praying and weeping..
Weeping and praying…
Praying for their survival and weeping for their loved ones…
They were praying and praying and praying..
Thuddddddddddddd..
Before they could realize with what force death strikes when it strikes..
It was all over..
All their dreams, all their plans, all their aspirations..
With one blow of death..
With one deadly blow of D…E…A..T…H…H…H…H
Were washed out in a moment…
A sudden rush of water flowing from a broken dam nearby, struck them silently wiping them away off their feet.

.The water that was so essential for the survival of humanity on this planet has silently eliminated them…
And after that…
There was absolute silence. ..
Fearful silence..
With only the sound of water echoing around..
Just the sound of free flowing water creating terror...
That’s all..
…………..
And..
And..
From that dangerously flowing deadly waters..
And from among those dead..
Rose a woman..
A poor young woman in her late twenties..
Rose like a phoenix out of the ashes..
During all that painful time she was fighting..
Was waging a lone battle..
She just did not remain silent and immobile by offering prayers to the invisible..
She was trying to move..
Come what may..
Move..
And then finally she moved..
She was a Telugu speaking lady from the Srikaulam district of Andhra Pradesh..
She was undeterred by the fury of water around her..
Unmoved by the dead bodies of those who till a moment ago were her friends and neighbors..
Unfazed by the calamity that just served a deadly blow..
She has complete faith in herself that she can move and she knows it very clearly that she has to move and move ahead out of that gory place….
Because..
She has a goal…
She has a strong purpose to live..
So she moved and moved briskly from there..
Mustering all the courage. Gathering all the strength..
Leaving all the dead bodies behind..
Leaving all the people and the town..
And swam and swam and swam
Swam across the flow of that fearfully flowing water,
Swam across every hurdle..
Swam across every street and corner..

Pushing away all the dead bodies..
Not only of her fellow human beings but also of their cattle..
She swam..
Braving the storm..Braving the floods…
Braving against the fury of nature and the fury of God..
And moved ahead…
Till she reached a lonely standing Palm tree..
It was a tall and a lonely Palm tree eagerly waiting to receive that brave lady..
After reaching the tree, she paused.. Looked at it once..
After making sure that the tree can give her enough protection..
She moved towards it and then slowly and confidently reached to the top of the tree and lay settled there..
Then..
And…
Then..
She
Very fondly..
Very gently..
And very carefully..
Kissed her beloved four year old son..
Her goal..Her Life..The sole purpose of her existence..
For whom she braved all that ferocious storm and its fury..
For whom she braved the nature and God.
For whom she braved everything and did everything..

Though not weeping, the boy was silent but was looking weak with hunger..
She kissed him again..
And again she looked around. This time with the hope of finding something for her son to eat..
But to her utter disappointment she could only find water and water everywhere with not even a drop to drink..
Left with nothing else to do, she decided to relax for a moment and think about the further course of action..
As she so does there are question and questions clashing in her mind. She knows pretty well that her problems are far from over and that she still has a long way to go..
But her son is keeping her steady..
Of course she can weather any storm for him.
But how long...?????..
Another question..
Don’t know..
Only God alone can answer..
She looked down...
Though not raining the water was steadily growing in level there..
She knows that the Palm tree is too tall and she can be sure about the protection from the water level..
So, that way no worry..
She looked at the boy.. He is slowly closing his eyes and falling into sleep. He is too tired to sustain..
She carefully pulled him further close to her and held him tightly to her chest..
……………………..
What a plight..
God sometimes is so unkind..
HE turns HIS face away from us when we need HIM very badly..

Even the most sinful and the most cruel personality in this universe does not deserve a punishment of such severity..
So what is her mistake...???????????????????
……………………………….
Her whole body was shivering with chill and every bone was aching with pain....
She knows that she has to bear with everything and wait till the water recedes..
No way..
She lost all the strength to swim and knows it pretty well that it will be a sheer act of stupidity to swim any further without any sight of land or a tree nearby..
So she choose that tree. She was waiting..
Waiting silently. Waiting with hope and waiting with despair...
But she was waiting..
Waiting for that help from those invisible hands.
Those invisible hands that created this world. This universe. This nature..
This humanity,it’s birth and it’s death..

She was waiting..
That is all she could do..
She may not know the theory of Predeterminism..
May not have heard about the dualism in nature..
May not have read about the Advaita and the Visishtadvaita schools of thought and philosophy..
But for sure she knows one thing..
Her son and his well being. And her duties towards him. Everything else is unnecessary..
That is all..
She did all that she can do to save him and it is time for God to interfere and save them further..
But will HE or Wont HE..?????????????????????
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????............

As she was so waiting..
Seconds turned into minutes and minutes into hours with no sign of any relief around..
The croaking of the frogs, the unsteady flow of water, the unbearable sound of heavily blowing wind were terrorizing the whole atmosphere..
She was slowly losing her hope..
It was around 4 pm..

And she was already sitting on the tree for more than five hours and that too in the same position..
She lost all her strength..
She was draining and was sinking both mentally and physically..
She slowly closed her eyes..
That time..
That time…
She heard that sound..
“…What is that…????????”
Her hopes returned...
She became highly attentive and alert..
Concentrated more on the sound.
Tried to analyze..
No doubt..
It is definitely the sound of some motor engine..
She hurriedly looked into that direction..
She couldn’t believe her eyes,as she found a helicopter coming in her direction..

She didn’t want to take any chance..
With eyes wide open she looked into the direction of the helicopter..
The helicopter was appearing closer..
She did not want to waste a second..
Lifting her son in one hand and holding the branch of the tree with the other she carefully got up and turned herself towards the helicopter. It was a coast guard helicopter of the Indian navy pressed into service by the government for flood relief operations.
There were around six guards on board with life jackets...
She waved at them..
Mobilizing all the bodily strength into her voice she screamed loudly.
The guards did not notice her and the helicopter passed off..
She knows and knows pretty well that it was her last chance to have any chances of survival..
She screamed again and again and louder and still louder..
And that time..
The guard sitting near the rear window of the helicopter with a binoculars in hand heard the scream and noticed her..
He waved at her as a signal that he noticed her..
With the rejuvenation of hope, she too waved at him in response..
The guard then instructed the pilot to take a U turn and turn back the helicopter and go down as nearly as possible to the Palm tree..
She was noticing everything with a subtle smile on her lips combined with a great relief..
First, the helicopter hovered around the area of the Palm tree for a few moments to assess the altitude and then slowly descended down to the maximum permissible level..
Later it remained stagnant there as one of the guards slowly dropped a rope ladder on to the tree, instructing the lady to hold it properly....
She tried to grab it but due to heavy winds the ladder moved around and went beyond her reach for a few minutes.. She tried again and after a few initial misses she very smartly grabbed it with a single hand..
The guard in the helicopter, who was holding the other end of the rope ladder, smiled in appreciation of her smartness as the other guards too join him in holding the ladder firmly.
As they all look eagerly, she made sure that she was holding her son tightly with one hand and then tried to hold the ladder firmly with the other..
After making sure that everything was perfect, she very carefully got up from the place where she was sitting and moved.
All the coast guards were watching her every movement very keenly..

Cautiously holding the boy in one hand she did not forget to kiss the tree as a thanks giving gesture..
And then slowly…Very slowly.. Left the Palm tree..
Seeing her moving from the tree the helicopter too started to move forward..
After parting away from the tree, she was now on her own,hanging in the air and standing on the last step of the rope ladder..
It was altogether a new ordeal for her now..
The wind was so heavy..
She was finding it extremely difficult to hold the rope firmly ,but still managed to stand firmly on the ladder and looked down..
Down there the water was still ferociously flowing and the winds were very heavily blowing around her with a more heavy roaring sound..
It was all so very frightening..
It can frighten even the strongest of the strong..
And the poor lady was very week to sustain that…
Still fighting against all odds and all the whims and fancies of nature, she was still trying hard to stay composed, and at the same time was still feeling terrible to overcome the fright..
She closed her eyes for a moment..
Cautiously monitoring every movement of the lady the helicopter was slowly moving ahead in synchronization with the position of the lady.
Instructing her to hold the rope tightly the guards then started pulling up the ladder carefully....
The distance between the helicopter and the lady was approximately thirty feet and she was standing on the first step of that thirty feet ladder. Due to heavily blowing winds the guards were finding it extremely difficult to hold the ladder firmly..
They have to first hold it firmly and then pull her carefully..
The weather was inclement and completely unfavorable for a smooth sailing..
The wind was mercilessly throwing the ladder in every direction and it was making life more difficult not for the guards and not for the lady…

But for the boy..
The boy was literally going breathless..
The sound of the heavy winds, the sound of the helicopter engine combined with a typical lashing sound of the helicopter propellers were all creating eerie sounds that are normally experienced in any of the Alfred Hitchcock films..
The lady was trying her best to hold the boy very firmly but since both of them were very wet, her hands were slowly losing the grip over the boy...
Observing her plight a guard then decided to help her and slowly stepped on to the ladder to come down.
And exactly at that point of time it started raining very heavily slowing down all sorts of rescue operations
making her extremely anxious and restless.
The hapless boy in her hand was becoming very slippery though she was doing all that she could to hold him tightly. Unfortunately she was feeling the looseness in her grip over the boy which was making her more restless, more unsteady and panic..
The boy was not weeping but was looking pathetically into his mother’s eyes expressing great fear. There was so much of pain and agony in his eyes which only a mother can read and understand..
Unusual for his age the boy was still trying to support his mother.
The lady too was looking at her son and was trying to cajole him..
The boy was still seeing deeply into his mother’s eyes..
The lady may not understand but that time around she found something unusual in his eyes..
Something..
Definitely something..
Really really unusual..
What is that..
Did the boy see something..
Was he trying to convey something..
If so..
What..???
What….??????????/
Whatttttt…..???????????????????
Are any coming events casting their shadows..?????
Did he receive any hint from the super natural forces..?????????

A sort of a chill ran through her spine shattering her whole mind and body..
She was observing him with anxiety. Observing him with fear..
Observing that…..
There was a gradual change taking place in the face of her son and in the looks of his eyes..
She was observing that..
His eyes were seeing something beyond the reach of human vision and comprehension..
May be he was seeing something about the future..
His future..
Their future..
Was seeing something about his salvation from this sinful world.
Something about his separation from his beloved mother..
Something inexplicable..
Something metaphysical..
He wanted to convey all that to his mother..
He was trying to tell his beloved mother about what he was seeing.

But there was something inexplicable again that was holding him back..
Is that his tender age that was preventing him from conveying his feelings and observations or is that the more powerful nature that was stopping from opening his mouth..
But the boy was trying.
Trying to tell his mother about the signals he is receiving from the cosmic forces..
About the indication he is getting from the Gods in the heavens..
From the angels of His service..
He was trying..
Unable to understand her son’s plight, the lady was still trying to cajole him..
The guard on the ladder was still trying to come down..
The helicopter was still trying to take them out to a safe destination..
That time it happened..
And happened in a whisker..
Suddenly the speed with which the wind was blowing till that time got doubled..
And as a result a thick drops of rain had hit her face very forcefully..
For a split second she closed her eyes..
And..
In an effort to hold the boy more firmly the lady lost the grip for a moment..
Just for a moment....
And in that just one moment..
It happened..
What should not have happened..
Happened..
With his eyes filled with faith that his mother is there for him the boy was still looking deep into her eyes..
The mother too was looking at him..
So also the guard and the his colleagues..
And then..
With a terrible shock..
She finally understood the language of her son’s silence and tried to prevent the inevitable..
But that was too late..
For whom she weathered such a storm..
For whom she fought against the nature..
For whom she did everything beyond her capacity..
That boy..
Her beloved son…
More beloved than the most beloved..
Slowly..
Slowly slipped off her hands..
Like a fielder in a cricket ground juggling with the ball before dropping a catch,she too juggled with her dear son for some time..
But failed...
As she was helplessly watching
The boy first got separated from her..
Lost his balance..
And then did a somersault with all the plight,agony and trauma in the world...
But during all that process..
He was still looking at his mother..
Was looking deep into her eyes..
She was helplessly helpless and hopelessly hopeless..
With eyes still wide open he turned away from her and bid her adieu.
A soulfully sad goodbye..
And went down falling..
Falling..
And..
Further falling..
And finally touched the dangerously flowing flood waters underneath..
And vanished out of her sight,in seconds..
She was watching..
So does the guard on the ladder and also his colleagues..
...................
Over..
All over..
All the battle and the fury
All the courage and the bravery..
Are all over in one by millionth of a second..
Shaking her beyond comparison..
That is all..
She went into a terrible state of shock to say the least..
Million thoughts struck her mind at once..
And one thought struck her mind a million times..
Billion times..
Trillion times and zillion times…
“…orey nannaaa..nenu choosey prapancham lo nuvve naa sooreeduvi raa..”
“…orey nannaaa..nenu choosey prapancham lo nuvve naa sooreeduvi raa..”
“…orey nannaaa..nenu choosey prapancham lo nuvve naa sooreeduvi raa..”
“…orey nannaaa..nenu choosey prapancham lo nuvve naa sooreeduvi raa..”
(Son..My dear son..you are the light of my world)
(If only am gifted with all the space on the web I would write the above Telugu language sentence a zillion times)
The helicopter was moving slowly..

As tears were flowing down her cheeks..She closed her eyes..
There was darkness..
Opened them....
Darkness again..
Looked up..
Talking to herself and going into a state of delirium..
She questioned the invisible Gods.
”Why and why and why...??????????..What is that sinful crime I committed to deserve all this pain….?????????"
She knows that she will not get any answer..
She looked around..
In desperation,
In utter helplessness..
But she found only silence.....
Unbearable silence..
Unusual silence..

As if all was not yet over..
As if something more painful was to follow…
With their eyes filled with tears and minds filled with doubts all the coast guards were looking at her with bated breath..
She too looked up at them helplessly..
Palely
Blankly..
Poignantly..
And finally..
Thankfully..
Later..
Looked around,once again
Looked at heavens..
And lastly..
Looked down at the waters that consumed her beloved son..
Suspecting something tragic,the coast guard on the ladder was shouting at her throat fully and tried to move down briskly..
Tried to come down quickly..
The other guards too were signaling at her with all the physical signs humanity can understand..
But she has already gone into a shell,into a world of her own where she could neither see anything nor hear anything or understand anything..
She was going into a fit of rage as that one above mentioned thought was knocking her constantly..
Shaking her constantly..
Rattling her constantly..
She closed her eyes quietly for a moment..
Composed herself..
Chanted prayers..
Coming down swiftly and shouting at her the guard was using all his expertise to reach her..
Now she opened her eyes..
Took a deep breath..
...............
Her mind was now clear and calm..
She has taken the decision..

The unmentionable and indescribable decision..
The coast guards were watching her..
And also the pilot..
And also the palm tree..
And also the five elements of nature..
Everyone, everything were watching her with bated breath and rapt attention..
But..
They just remained watching..
As the right hand of the great lady that was holding the rope ladder till that point of time..
Left it..
Left it with unmentionable pain..
Left it
With unmentionable trauma..
That was all..
It all happened in seconds..
The coast guard on the ladder tried his best to reach her and hold her..
It was all too late..
As they were all watching her helplessly..
She
Slowly,,
Very slowly
Slided down..
Down..
Down..
And
Further down..
Like a kite cut off in mid air..
And with a huge..
Thudddddd..
Crashed into the waters..
And in seconds her body was consumed by the water and vanished beyond sight as the brave saga of the extraordinarily courageous lady came to a tragic end..
The coast guards couldn’t believe what they have seen..
Even if they have believed it,they may not have digested it..
Even if they have digested it...
One life may not be sufficient for them to erase it from their memories..
After that..
The flood water flowed quietly as if nothing has happened..
The guard on the ladder moved up with a heavy heart..
The helicopter moved on..
We moved on..
Our lives moved on..
Our world moved on…
But..
But..
But…
But.....
.....................A Tragic End..............

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There Cannot Be a Bigger Tragedy Than This-Final Part

noreply@blogger.com (Narrenaditya) — Sat, 19 Dec 2009 12:54:00 +0000

That is all..
She went into a terrible state of shock to say the least..
Million thoughts struck her mind at once..
And one thought struck her mind a million times..
Billion times..
Trillion times and zillion times…
“…orey kannaaa..nenu choosey prapancham lo nuvve naa sooreeduvi raa..”
“…orey kannaaa..nenu choosey prapancham lo nuvve naa sooreeduvi raa..”
“…orey kannaaa..nenu choosey prapancham lo nuvve naa sooreeduvi raa..”
“…orey kannaaa..nenu choosey prapancham lo nuvve naa sooreeduvi raa..”
(Son..My dear son..you are the light of my world)
(If only am gifted with all the space on the web I would write the above Telugu language sentence a zillion times)
The helicopter was moving slowly..
As tears were flowing down her cheeks..She closed her eyes..
There is darkness..
Opened them....
There is darkness again..
Looked up..
And silently questioned the invisible Gods.
”Why and why and why...??????????..What is that sinful crime I committed to deserve all this pain….?????????"
She knows that she will not get any answer..
So..
She looked around..
In desperation,in helplessness..
But she found only silence.....
Unbearable silence..
Unusual silence..

As if all is not yet over..
As if something more painful is to follow…
With their eyes filled with tears and minds filled with doubts all the coast guards were looking at her with bated breath..
She too looked up at them helplessly..
Palely
Blankly..
Poignantly..
And finally..
Thankfully..
Later..
Looked around,once again
Looked at heavens..
And lastly..
Looked down at the waters that consumed her beloved son..
Suspecting something tragic,the coast guard on the ladder was shouting at her and moved down briskly..
Tried to come down quickly..
The other guards too were signaling at her with all the physical signs humanity can understand..
But she has already gone into a shell,into a world of her own where she could neither see anything nor hear anything or understand anything..
She has gone into a state of delirium..As that one above mentioned thought was knocking her constantly..
Shaking her constantly..
Rattling her constantly..
She closed her eyes quietly for a moment..
Chanted prayers..
Coming down swiftly and shouting at her the guard was using all his expertise to reach her..
Now she opened her eyes..
Took a deep breath..

Her mind was clear and calm..
She has taken the decision..
The unmentionable and indescribable decision..
The coast guards were watching her..
And also the pilot..
And also the palm tree..
And also the five elements of nature..
Everyone, everything were watching her with bated breath and rapt attention..
But..
They just remained watching..
As the right hand of the great lady that was holding the rope ladder..
Till that point of time..
Left it..
Left it with unmentionable pain..
Left it
With unmentionable trauma..
That is all..
It all happened in seconds..
The coast guard on the ladder tried his best to reach her and hold her..
But it was all too late..
As they were all watching her helplessly..
She
Slowly,,
Very slowly
Slided down..
Down..
Down..
And
Further down..
Like a kite cut off in mid air..
And with a huge..
Thudddddd..
Crashed into the waters..
And in seconds her body was consumed by the water and vanished beyond sight as the brave saga of that extraordinarily courageous lady came to a tragic end..
The coast guards couldn’t believe what they have seen..
Even if they have believed it,they may not have digested it..
Even if they have digested it...
One life may not be sufficient for them to erase it from their memories..
After that..
The flood water flowed quietly as if nothing has happened..
The guard on the ladder moved up..
The helicopter moved on..
We moved on..
Our lives moved on..
Our world moved on…
But..
But..
But…
But…

........................THE END....................................

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There Cannot Be a Bigger Tragedy Than This-Part Five

noreply@blogger.com (Narrenaditya) — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 07:25:00 +0000

He was trying..
Unable to understand her son’s plight, the lady was still trying to cajole him..
The guard on the ladder was still trying to come down..
The helicopter was still trying to take them out to a safe destination..
That time it happened..
And happened in a whisker..
Suddenly the speed with which the wind was blowing till that time got doubled..
And as a result a thick drops of rain had hit her face very forcefully..
For a split second she closed her eyes..
And..
in an effort to hold the boy more firmly the lady lost the grip for a moment..
Just for a moment....
And in that just one moment..
It happened..
What should not have happened..
Happened..
With his eyes filled with faith that his mother is there for him the boy was still looking deep into her eyes..
The mother too was looking at him..
So also the guard and the his colleagues..
And then..
She finally understood the language of her son’s silence and tried to prevent the inevitable..
But still it happened..
For whom she weathered such a storm..
For whom she fought against the nature..
For whom she did everything beyond her capacity..
That boy..
Her beloved…
More beloved than the most beloved..
Slowly..
Slowly slipped off her hands..
Like a fielder in a cricket ground juggling with the ball before dropping a catch,she too juggled with her dear son for some time..
but failed...
As she was helplessly watching
The boy first got separated from her..
Lost his balance..
Did a somersault..
And doing all that with all the plight,agony and trauma in the world.
The boy was still looking at his mother..
Was looking deep into her eyes..
with his eyes still wide open turned away from and bid her adieu..
A soulfully sad goodbye..
And went down falling..
Falling..
And..
Further falling..
And finally touched the dangerously flowing flood waters underneath..
And vanished out of her sight…
In seconds..
She was watching so does the guard on the ladder and also his colleagues..
Over..All over..
All the battle and the fury
All the courage and the bravery..
All are over in one by millionth of a second..
Shaking her beyond comparison..
That is all..
.....................Continued In Part Six..........

There Cannot Be a Bigger Tragedy Than This-Part Four

noreply@blogger.com (Narrenaditya) — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 13:30:00 +0000

The boy was literally going breathless..
The sound of the heavy winds, the sound of the helicopter engine combined with a typical lashing sound of the helicopter propellers were all creating eerie sounds that are normally experienced in any of the Alfred Hitchcock films..
The lady was trying her best to hold the boy very firmly but since both of them were very wet, her hands were slowly losing the grip over the boy...
Observing her plight a guard then decided to help her and slowly stepped on to the ladder to come down.
And exactly at that point of time it started raining very heavily slowing down all sorts of rescue operations..
It made her extremely anxious and restless.
The hapless boy in her hand was becoming very slippery though she was doing all that she could to hold him tightly. Unfortunately she was feeling the looseness in her grip over the boy which was making her more restless, more unsteady and panic..
The boy was not weeping but was looking pathetically into his mother’s eyes expressing great fear. There was so much of pain and agony in his eyes which only a mother can read and understand..
Unusual for his age the boy was still trying to support his mother.
The lady too was looking at her son and was trying to cajole him..
The boy was still seeing deeply into his mother’s eyes..
The lady may not understand but that time around she found something unusual in his eyes..
Something..
Definitely something..
Really really unusual..
What is that..
Did the boy see something..
Is he trying to convey something..
If so..
What..???
What….??????????/
Whatttttt…..???????????????????
Are any coming events casting their shadows..?????
Did he receive any hint from the super natural forces..?????????
A sort of a chill ran through her spine shattering her whole mind and body..
Shaking him vigorously
She was observing him with anxiety. Observing him with fear..
She was observing that…..
There is a gradual change taking place in the face of her son and in the looks of his eyes..
She was observing that..
His eyes were seeing something beyond the reach of human vision and comprehension..
May be he was seeing something about the future..
His future..
Their future..
Was seeing something about his salvation from this sinful world.
Something about his separation from his beloved mother..
Something inexplicable..
Something metaphysical..
He wanted to convey all that to his mother..
He was trying to tell his beloved mother about what he was seeing.
But there was something inexplicable again that was holding him back..
Is that his tender age that is preventing him from conveying his feelings and observations or is that the more powerful nature that was stopping from opening his mouth..
But the boy was trying.
Trying to tell his mother about the signals he is receiving from the cosmic forces..
About the indication he is getting from the Gods in the heavens..
From the angels of His service..
He was trying..
.................Continued In Part -Five..........................

There Cannot Be a Bigger Tragedy Than This-Part Three

noreply@blogger.com (Narrenaditya) — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 13:08:00 +0000

That time..
That time…
She heard that sound..
“…What is that…????????”
Her hopes return..
She became highly attentive and alert.. Concentrated more on the sound. Tried to analyze..
No doubt..
It is definitely the sound of some motor engine..
She hurriedly looked into that direction..
She couldn’t believe her eyes,as she found a helicopter coming in her direction..
She didn’t want to take any chance..
With eyes wide open she looked into the direction of the helicopter..
The helicopter was appearing closer..
She did not want to waste a second..
Lifting her son in one hand and holding the branch of the tree with the other she carefully got up and turned herself towards the helicopter. it is a coast guard helicopter of the Indian navy pressed into service by the government for flood relief operations. There are around six guards on board with life jackets...
She waved at them.. Mobilizing all the bodily strength into her voice she screamed loudly.
The guards did not notice her and the helicopter passed off..
She knows and knows pretty well that it is her last chance to have any chances of survival..
She screamed again and again and louder and still louder..
And that time..
The guard sitting near the rear window of the helicopter with a binoculars in hand heard the scream and noticed her..
He waved at her as a signal that he noticed her..
With a rejuvenation of hope, she too waved at him in response..
The guard then instructed the pilot to take a U turn and turn back the helicopter and go down as nearly as possible to the Palm tree..
She was noticing everything with a subtle smile on her lips combined with a great relief..
First, the helicopter hovered around the area of the Palm tree for a few moments to assess the altitude and then slowly descended down to the maximum permissible level..
Later it remained stagnant there as one of the guards slowly dropped a rope ladder on to the tree, instructing the lady to hold it properly....
She tried to grab it but due to heavy winds the ladder moved around and went beyond her reach for a few minutes.. She tried again and after a few initial misses she very smartly grabbed it with a single hand..
The guard in the helicopter, who was holding the other end of the rope ladder, smiled in appreciation of her smartness as the other guards too join him in holding the ladder firmly. As they all look eagerly, she made sure that she was holding her son tightly with one hand and then tried to hold the ladder firmly with the other..
After making sure that everything is perfect, she very carefully got up from the place where she was sitting and moved.
All the coast guards were watching her every movement very keenly..
Cautiously holding the boy in one hand she did not forget to kiss the tree as a thanks giving gesture..
And then slowly…Very slowly.. Left the Palm tree..
Seeing her moving from the tree the helicopter started to move forward..
After parting away from the tree, she is now on her own.
Hanging in the air and standing on the last step of the rope ladder..
It is altogether a new ordeal for her now..
The wind was so heavy..
She was finding it extremely difficult to hold the rope firmly...still she was managing to stand firmly on the ladder and looked down..
Down there the water was still ferociously flowing and the winds were very heavily blowing around her with a more heavy roaring sound..
It is all so very frightening..
It can frighten even the strongest of the strong..
And the poor lady was very week to sustain that…
But fighting against all odds and all the whims and fancies of nature, she was still trying hard to stay composed, and at the same time was still feeling terrible to overcome the fright..
She closed her eyes for a moment..
Cautiously monitoring every movement of the lady the helicopter was slowly moving ahead. Instructing her to hold the rope tightly the guards then started pulling up the ladder carefully....
The distance between the helicopter and the lady was approximately thirty feet and she was standing on the first step of that thirty feet ladder. Due to heavily blowing winds the guards were finding it extremely difficult to hold the ladder firmly..
They have to first hold it firmly and then pull her carefully..
The weather was inclement and completely unfavorable for a smooth sailing..
The wind was mercilessly throwing the ladder in every direction and it was making life more difficult not for the guards and not for the lady…
But for the boy..

..................Continued in part-four.......................

There Cannot Be A bigger Tragedy Than This-Part Two

noreply@blogger.com (Narrenaditya) — Sat, 12 Dec 2009 11:42:00 +0000

The boy was weeping all the way..
Weeping with hunger, weeping with fear, weeping with pain..
But she held him tightly in her protective arms and resorted to that courageous act only to save him..
She lost her husband in a tragic accident a year ago. Now she is alone in this world with only that four year old boy on her side..
She wants him to live forever. And she wants to live for him forever..
That is all. No tall claims and no tall order of wish list..

After settling on the Palm tree she closed her eyes for a moment and wiped her sons face with her sari and then wiped her face that is filled not with water but with sweat. She was then a more relaxed lady as she reached her first goal of safety..
Then what…???
She looked around. She looked at her son’s face....
Though not weeping, the boy was silent but was looking weak with hunger..
She kissed him again..
And again she looked around. This time with the hope of finding something for her son to eat..
But to her utter disappointment she could only find water and water everywhere with not even a drop to drink..
Left with nothing else to do, she decided to relax for a moment and think about the further course of action..
As she so does there are question and questions clashing in her mind. She knows pretty well that her problems are far from over and that she still has a long way to go..
But her son is keeping her steady..
Of course she can weather any storm for him.
But how long...?????..
Another question..
Don’t know..
Only God alone can answer..
She looked down...
Though not raining the water was steadily growing in level there..
She knows that the Palm tree is too tall and she can be sure about the protection from the water level..
So, that way no worry..
She looked at the boy.. He is slowly closing his eyes and falling into sleep. He is too tired to sustain..
She carefully pulled him further close to her and held him tightly to her chest..
……………………..
What a plight..
God sometimes is so unkind..
Even the most sinful and the most cruel personality in this universe does not deserve a punishment of such severity..
So what is her mistake...???????????????????
……………………………….
Her whole body was shivering with chill and every bone was aching with pain....
She knows that she has to bear with everything and wait till the water recedes..
No way..
She lost all the strength to swim and knows it pretty well that it will be a sheer act of stupidity to swim any further without any sight of land or a tree nearby..
So she choose that tree. She was waiting..
Waiting silently. Waiting with hope and waiting with despair...
But she was waiting..
Waiting for that help from those invisible hands..
Those invisible hands that created this world. This universe. This nature..
This humanity,it’s birth and it’s death..
She was waiting..
That is all she could do..
She may not know the theory of Predeterminism..
May not have heard about the dualism in nature..
May not have read about the Advaita and the Visishtadvaita schools of thought and philosophy..
But for sure she knows one thing..
Her son and his well being. And her duties towards him. Everything else is unnecessary..
That is all..
She did all that she can do to save him and it is time for God to interfere and save them further..
But will HE or Wont HE..?????????????????????
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????............
As she is so waiting..
Seconds turn into minutes and minutes into hours with no sign of any relief around..
The croaking of the frogs, the unsteady flow of water, the unbearable sound of heavily blowing wind are all terrorizing the whole atmosphere..
She is slowly losing her hope..
It is around 4 pm..
And she was already sitting on the tree for more than five hours and that too in the same position..
She lost all her strength..
She is draining and is sinking. Both mentally and physically..
She slowly closed her eyes..
That time..
That time…
She heard that sound..

.................................Continued in part-three...................

There Cannot Be a Bigger Tragedy Than This

noreply@blogger.com (Narrenaditya) — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 16:09:00 +0000

I read about this tragic incident almost a decade ago. It was just a small five line news item that appeared in a local news paper in my city of Hyderabad, India. But it still keeps haunting me even today. I very strongly felt that the whole world should stand up and take notice of this great tragedy and offer their salutations to the brave lady involved in this. I tried to visualize the whole tragic drama with my creative eye and penned it down properly in a narrative form for the convenience of the reading world.

Please go through..

………………………………………………………………………………………………

It happened in the August month of 1999 in an average coastal town of Orissa,India..

It was a town with around ten thousand population...

It was raining cats and dogs there for almost a week..

Life to say the least was paralyzed.

The communication link with the outside world was cut off long ago..

And…

On that eventful day..

It was around 5 AM in the morning..

Almost all the people of the town woke up shocked as they found pools of water flowing around them with a terrifying noise.Before they could realize what was happening, the levels of water started rising drastically and there was no escape route for them as the heavily gushing water was hampering their movements…

Still they managed to run out of their houses but pathetically found themselves stranded in more and more of flood water..
The water at that time was up to the waist level and was gradually rising.

The shocked many tried to reach that handful of high rise buildings in the town only to find them overflowing with people.

While the lucky ones could barge in…those unlucky were shunted out…

And it was still very heavily raining at that time..

With the passing of time..

Rains didn’t stop..

The rising of water levels didn’t stop.

And the plight of the people didn’t stop..

All the streets were full with people and full with water..

Some people were trying their best to come out of the water but the level was constantly rising and was making life miserable for them.

By then almost all of them have very silently realized that they are slowly heading towards a country from whose Bourne no traveler has ever returned..

But there were still some people shouting for help ..a few some were weeping out of fear.

While some were down low spirited…A few some were going hysterical…

Children and the old aged were the worst affected as one by one of them started dying a silent death…

A helpless death..

An unnoticed silent death…

Unfortunately so..

All the remaining of them there wanted to live…

Just live. Do something. But live..

Helplessness….Dddaammmnnn helplessness was bogging them down..

Questions and questions were frustrating them..

Do..??What to do..???How to do..????

How..how…..??????????????

All they want from God at that moment was..

Life. Just life. Nothing..Nothing else…

No riches,no money…No egos,no jealousy…

No holier than thou attitudes..No one-upmanship..

No false shows of prestige…

No clashes,no rivalry,no religion,no exploitation in the name of God.no superiority,no inferiority,

Nothing..nothing..And nothing else..

But life and life alone..

But less do they know

That..

In the court of Nature there is no room for appeal..

But still they were doing their best to survive.. They were praying for life.. Praying for those helping hands..

Praying loudly, praying silently.

Praying and weeping..

Weeping and praying…

Praying for their survival and weeping for their loved ones…

They were praying and praying and praying..

Thuddddddddddddd..

Before they could realize with what force death strikes when it strikes..

It was all over..

All their dreams, all their plans, all their aspirations..

With one blow of death..

With one deadly blow of D…E…A..T…H…H…H…H

Were washed out in a moment…

A sudden rush of water flowing from a broken dam nearby, struck them silently wiping them away off their feet..

The water that was so essential for the survival of humanity on this planet has silently eliminated them…

And after that…

There was absolute silence. ..

Fearful silence..

With only the sound of water echoing around..

Just the sound of free flowing water..

Creating terror...

That’s all..

…………..

And..

From that dangerously flowing deadly waters..

And from among those dead..

Rose a woman..

A poor young woman in her late twenties..

Rose like a phoenix out of the ashes..

During all the painful time..

She was fighting..Waging a lone battle..

She just did not remain silent and immobile by offering prayers to the invisible..

She was trying to move..

Come what may..

Move..

And then finally she moved..

She was a Telugu speaking lady from the Srikaulam district of Andhra Pradesh..

She was undeterred by the fury of water around her..

Unmoved by the dead bodies of those who till a moment ago were her friends and neighbors..

Unfazed by the calamity that just served a deadly blow..

She has complete faith in herself that she can move and she knows it very clearly that she has to move and move ahead out of that gory place….

Because..

She has a goal…

She has a strong purpose to live..

So she moved and moved briskly from there..

Mustering all the courage. Gathering all the strength..

Leaving all the dead bodies behind..

Leaving all the people and the town..

And swam and swam and swam

Swam across the flow of that fearfully flowing water,

Swam across every hurdle..

Swam across every street and corner..

Pushing away all the dead bodies..

Not only of her fellow human beings but also of their cattle..

She swam..

Braving the storm..Braving the floods…

Braving against the fury of nature and the fury of God..

And moved ahead…

Till she reached a lonely standing Palm tree..

It was a tall and lonely Palm tree eagerly waiting to receive that brave lady..

After reaching the tree, she paused.. Looked at it once..

After making sure that the tree can give her enough protection..

She moved towards it and then slowly and confidently reached to the top of the tree and lay settled there..

Then..

And…

Then..

She

Very fondly..

Very gently..

And very carefully..

Kissed her beloved four year old son..

Her goal..Her Life..The sole purpose of her existence..

For whom she braved all that ferocious storm and its fury..

Braved the nature and God.

Braved everything and did everything..

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Continued in my next posting"There Cannot Be A Bigger Tragedy Than This"-Part-Two..

This Man Shattered Me

noreply@blogger.com (Narrenaditya) — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 12:51:00 +0000

Yes friends you read it right..
This man really shattered me,influenced my thoughts..changed my thought process and fine tuned my mind radio by injecting a fresh breath of new life into it..
Before i proceed any further about him you need to know something about me…
I have this very passionate hobby of practicing Homoeopathy just to help myself,my family and a few of those relatives in their hour of crisis..
I have inherited this hobby from my beloved Father but i practice it with more intensity and research today, as one personal problem(A severe bout of depression,melancholy and intra psychic stress shook me beyond repair and has almost consumed my life..) i had three years ago forced me to do so..
During those depressing times i used to walk miles and miles from one lane to the other just to ward off those feelings of dangerous self consumption and destruction..
I have consulted many doctors and spent lot of money but my problem not only remained unsolved but also aggravated with every passing day..i visited even a renowned homoeopath in mumbai but without much help..
With a good number of experiences in our family history i was sure Homoeopathy has a cure for my problem and I only need to tap the right medicine..
Left with no other option i have decided to cure myself and have done extensive research on various diseases and problems,studied several books on Homoeopathy in those silent hours of night and ended up in finding solution not only to my problem but also to some rare and chronic problems..
Through my study i found that mind is the root cause of all problems in this world and i focussed my study more on psychosomatic disorders and in fact found medicines that can heal many psychic disorders including insanity..
After that whole of wide extensive study,i started to cure my self and achieved hundred percent success rate..it gave me immense confidence..then i started helping my family members.personal friends and other relatives in getting relief from their problems.
And in the process i cured diseases like sinusitis,migraine, haemorrhoids, erysipelas,chronic constipation etc.. but the notable cure among all these was schizophrenia with which a distant relative of mine was suffering for a considerable amount of time..
By the word of mouth my popularity spread and..
One day..
THIS MAN Called me..
He is the owner of the building where my niece stays..
My niece Priya who is a satisfied patient of mine told him to consult me for a chronic skin problem

with which he was suffering for almost a decade and half..

So one day he called me..
Initially i was reluctant to take the case because skin problem needs constant follow up and a regular study and time..he already visited several homeopaths including Batra’s but in vain..this made me more apprehensive but he requested me to see him once..
As he is an elderly retired man of 68 i couldn’t say no and asked him to come to my home the following Sunday..
Such a rich man of 68 years of age ,owner of a building, came to my home on a bicycle all the way from his home covering a good distance of 8 kms ..
He was a humble looking simple man in a more humble attire..
He introduced himself as Panduranga rao a retired railway employee..
To begin with..
I posed a routine question that whether he has any diseases like sugar,b.p etc for which he replied in negative..
He told me”..baabu..i dont have any problem..i don’t smoke,drink or eat non veg..i do not even drink coffee out side..i am a kannada brahmin and am only fond of pickles..”
Showing me his left hand wrist he told me”..this is causing me a lot of irritation as there is terrible itching..”
I observed a small and hard black scar in the corner of his wrist..
That is all..
I gave him a combination of medicines and asked him to report to me after a fortnight..
He went off and called me exactly after a fortnight and told me that initially there was some relief and later aggravation..
I asked him to come the following sunday..
He came..and with one statement changed my outlook towards life and recharged me with tons of optimism sufficient enough for a life beyond life..
……….
Please read the exact conversation..
First I made him comfortably seated..
And later checked his progress..
And asked him..”..how r u feeling now..”
He said”..Though there was initial aggravation am feeling better now..”
I very casually said”..good..but dont worry.. Treatment for skin problems is a time consuming process and aggravation is a good sign that the medicine is working..so i will give u some more doses of medicine and use them..am sure u will feel better..”
As i was preparing the medicine mixing some German dilutions he was silently observing me..
He said..”u r using so many costly medicines and ur not taking any money from me..”
I smiled and said”..this is not my profession and only a hobby..and by God’s grace I can afford to buy these medicines..i want people to be happy..thats all”and finished the process of preparation..
I was about to hand them over to him..
That time he told me..
Told me something that shook me off the ground and shattered me to the core..
“Baaboo..the last time when i came u asked me whether i have any disease..i said no..but i forgot..only after going home i could recollect..four years ago I had throat cancer and took thirty cycles of treatment(friends,pathetically speaking, i do not know what is a cycle of treatment and what comprises a cycle but for sure i know that it is worse than a hell)..now am alright..my father and fore fathers lived beyond eighty five and if God blesses i will also live up to 90..”
I thought I was listening..
But i was shocked..benumbed..speechless..
I didn’t know how to react..but only found him looking at me with that same enigmatic smile..
He got up and shaking my hands with a thanks sought my permission to leave….
With a most idiotic smile on my face i nodded my head..
Though customary i even forgot to see him off ..
Finally..
He left….
Leaving me shattered..shattered and shatteredddd…
My dear friends..
In our day to day life we come across scores of people who will bore us with their personal problems and if it is a small health related problem they will actually kill us by speaking volumes about the pain they are going through..
But here..
This man…
Does not remember that he had cancer

once..

Does not remember that he had passed through a terrible hell of thirty painful cycles of chemotherapy(????)..
And also..
Does not even remember that he almost knocked on the doors of death and was mercifully kicked back by GOD..
Surprisingly so he wants to live for ninety years..
Wow..What a man and what a state of mind..
My dear friends..
What else can i say..???Except one thing..
May God bless him..
That Is All…………………………………………………………….
Hellllooooooooooo…
SHATTEREDDDD…??????????????????