How Unpredictable Life Is?

Yes, it’s true, Life is unpredictable and life is such that the things that we predict never ever happens at the right time…Our wishes n desires are fulfilled but not at the time we thought to crack, but the time life has stored for us.

People say that everything is predestined…how to believe when we are unaware what the things are predestined?

Life is unpredictable n tough for those who see as tough n easy for those who readily accept each n every move of life, without twitching the brow.

I am no exception, I too go through the same.

My early marriage was an unpredictable moment for me as well as for my parents, family n all those who knew me and in three months, I was transformed totally not in girth but in worth.

The careless who moved in trousers n frocks till yesterday was engaged…unbelievable.

I pinched myself several times if really it happened or was it a passing nightmare…I have used the word nightmare here because I was reluctant at the tender age of 16 years to get hitched to a man whom I had not seen or heard of.

I too had a dream of a Prince who would come some day and ask for my hand. The Prince did come but not to me, his move was directed towards my parents. They too were not mentally ready to see me off on the pretext of marriage, so they asked time to think n rethink.

The matter was not disclosed to me but round table discussion was on. My mother was not ready to pack me up to in-laws place knowing that I had ambition to do something good in life and marriage could be a hurdle.

The round table discussion with extended family concluded with the decision to start the move from the alliance, the groom had asked my hand. He had seen me in some gathering n had decided to make me his princess n straight away, he had contacted my Pop.

Twenty- nine years back, parents never ever thought that the bride need to be asked or informed about the alliance or her decision matters…nothing of that sort…but it was believed that she will accept all that is said.

Same thing happened to me, I was asked to summon in a sari with earrings etc. at a nearby temple.

Before this day, I had never tried earrings, bangles or bindi in my life and I found it weird but chose to keep silent respecting elders.

Finally, I stepped in the temple and fleet of people surrounded me n barged several questions like Lord Shri Ram arrows.

I felt as if I was moving like,

“Suraj Hua Maddham, Chaand Jalne Laga

Aasmaan Yeh Haai Kyoon Pighalne Laga…

Main Thehra Raha, Zameen Chalne Lagi

Dhadka Yeh Dil, Saans Thamne Lagi”

I was literally trembling with fear of these outstretched eyes and answered all the questions wrong, I tried hard to sound confident but all my boldness flowed out of my body. I was mentally blank.

In spite of giving wrong answers, I was selected. The choice of the boy mattered, these all that was reeling were gimmicks, in the name of formality.

Finally, my marriage was fixed.

On the day of my engagement, I was crying. People rejoice but unknown fear of losing my people, my family, my future added to my desperation and I cried a lot.

I was engaged but my parents bought time of a year to complete my Plus 2 at least n the groom party was communicated about continuing further studies and it will be my decision.

The event of engagement created some magic on me and I carefree girl gradually started transforming for the good, becoming more responsible, learning home décor and polishing culinary skills along with my studies.

In one year time, I was totally changed, my outlook n perspectives changed and that was the magic of unpredictable life who predicted my marriage as per its choice and changed me completely.

I was adamant fellow and followed what I liked but this life made me kneel down as per its choice.

We are mere puppets in the hands of life and we play as per its directions.

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The Phone Rang Again!!!

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Since few months, Tarun noticed remarkable change in
Avni. She was ignoring the tasks of looking after her family n kids. In seven
years of togetherness, it was the first chance that she was distracted n
unhinged from family affairs.
Tarun decided to delve deep into the matter n find out
what was attracting or distracting Avni. He started watching Avni’s movement
and soon he found that there was someone whom Avni was following or was been
followed by someone, it wasn’t clear.
Avni was never happy with her husband and her in-laws
family, but she kept it bottled inside. It didn’t surface out to others but
Tarun did had a hint of it. He was cool & patient n didn’t pay much heed as
he believed that with time, she will be fine.
Now, when he found her getting isolated from him, then he
was hurt to the core but chose to be silent and watchful. Her activities were getting symbolic and had developed a tendency to stay aloof.
Tarun was a pilot & he got weekly off to be with
family. He was wrecked at heart n took leave to watch Avni’s movements and
confirm whether there was some fact or was it just a suspicion.
Avni befriended two three guys via social sites and was
giving ample time to her friends. As soon as she got up from bed, first thing
she did was to greet good-morning to her friends n carried the mobile wherever
she went, not even spared them in her personal care time.
She randomly went out of the house on some pretext or the
other. Tarun asked to share her passwords of social sites. The color of her
face drained and she did not accept his request to share passwords.
“Am not your slave to share my personal passwords
with you, I’m sorry.” Avni said in rage.
“You are my wife and I have got right to ask. Even
you can take my passwords” Tarun told her coolly.
The argument flared up and it went out for hours but Avni
did not give up. At last, Tarun lost his patience & slapped her hard.
Avni was mad in her passion, without giving any second
thought, she stepped out of the house.
Avni’s mobile rang. At first, Tarun did not want to pick
up the phone. He was mentally drained n an unknown fear had gripped him.
The phone was continuously ringing. At last, he picked up
the phone but did not utter a single word.
“Where are you darling? I was scared for you.”
The caller said.
Tarun felt dizzy and lost his balance and hit the floor.
He fainted but the call wasn’t disconnected.
The sound of a heavy thud from the bedroom alerted other
family members and they ran to see what had happened.
A huge commotion was created in the house. Their children
were crying seeing their father been rushed to hospital and family members
wondered when they did not find Avni in house.
The old parents were enveloped in negativity wondering
and searching a reason for all this turmoil that they saw. They couldn’t figure
out.
When Tarun came into senses, he briefed the whole story
to his brother and tears rolled down. He couldn’t find a reason as to why Avni
had strayed, he loved her a lot and took care of her needs and finances. He was
very hurt n felt demoralized.
Tarun’s mobile rang. He was gripped with fear because the
words of the caller had disturbed him mentally and he thought that may be the
same caller had tried his number.
He handed the phone to his brother to pick up.
“Hello, who’s there?”
“Yes, City SP calling, can I speak with Tarun?”
the caller said.
“I’m Tarun’s brother, tell me what the matter is?”
“His wife Avni is with us at Noble Hospital. She met
with a road accident and she is badly injured. Please rush fast.” The
caller said.
Tarun’s brother didn’t disclose the message to Tarun
seeing the gravity of situation. He conveyed to him that the call was from his
physician. They want to discuss about his reports.
When his elder brother Arun reached Noble Hospital, he
found Avni situation grim and she was not in senses but was repeating just one
sentence in delirium.
“Tarun, forgive me please.”
The doctors told him to bring Tarun and her she was in
danger. If anyone could help her, that was Tarun.
He arranged to bring Tarun to the hospital, where Avni
was admitted. Seeing Avni badly injured, he could not control his emotions and
cried out.
He held Avni’s hand and kissed her and she responded by
the touch of Tarun. She came back to senses.
The whole team of doctors attending Avni was enthralled
and both of them were hospitalized in the same ward for after care.
After three days, Avni recouped and Tarun was fine.
Avni requested Tarun to forgive her and she won’t repeat
the mistake again. She told him that she trudged on wrong path because Tarun
gave all comforts but did not give much time or paid heed to her emotions and
the buried emotions spurted out when she received words of praise from
outsiders.
Both understood grievances of each other and embraced in
tight hug and showered kisses on each other.

The misunderstandings swept away and they got united
forever erasing the boundaries of misunderstandings forever and the lost love
revived in full glory.


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A Lesson to Remember!!!

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When I was in my childhood, I did not had the privilege of TV, radio was there but it wasn’t for the kids of the house, so we were entirely dependent upon our Granny for the story-time or story hours.

Normally, the time was fixed, so I mentioned story hours, either in the afternoons or at bedtime…now when I recall those days, I laugh out loud…humko bekawoof banaya jaata tha…kaise…We were Oddball, they wanted to get rid of us in afternoons to spread their legs in comfort and the storytelling was so interesting that we slept in mid of it and the ladies of the house ke chehre par muskurat n kamar ko thoda aaram…now I understand fully because we too did more or less the same…Current generation’s  notable kids lie down in front of TV & Computer, elders sleep and they are wide awake…Smart kids!

I remember one story told by my Granny, I recall more often because it conveys a lesson that we need to remember or follow in our life.

Story: There was a  man, Shyam, who had domesticated two donkeys Hira & Sona for his business. He lived in a village and often went to town in terms of his business. He had to cross the river to reach town. When he had to carry the stocks, both the donkeys were his carriers & they accompanied him.

Both the donkeys shared good rappo and were quite perky with each other.

Once Hira got load of salt & Sona got load of cotton on his back. Hira was walking swiftly n Sona was moving slowly.

After walking for half distance, Shyam lied under the shade of a tree to relax and so the Hira & Sona.

“Why you are walking so slowly, Hira” Sona asked.

“It’s very heavy, I am finding it difficult.” Hira said to Sona.

Again, they started for the town along-with their master Shyam.

While crossing river, Hira stumbled and fell in the river.

Shyam helped Hira to get back on his legs.

When he stood back, he felt relieved and gained speed. Sona watched wide-eyed the terrific change and asked Hira the reason.

“Bhai, I got hurt but the salt load reduced after falling into the river.” Hira said to Sona.

Sona thought that he too should follow the same and deliberately he stumbled n fell in water.

Again, Shyam tried to help him but the cotton soaked in water increased the load and it was unmanageable for Shyam to manage Sona.

Hira understood the story of Sona, he did it in greed and the result was that he could not stand back. Anyhow, he was dragged out of water but it was the last day of Sona’s life.

He breathed last.

Hira was unhappy over the loss of his friend but he felt pity for his friend and on his greed..

Cotton is light and he should not have stumbled with a purpose. Hira’s  stumbled by mistake and it was the bad luck of Shyam that salt dissolved in water, so it was a loss for their master n it was blessing in disguise that the load of Hira lessened.

The moral behind this story is that Never Imitate Others Without Knowing The Whole Story & Don’t Be Greedy.

The God above watches us and if he feels that a life is cheating with a purpose, he punishes there and then.

We can’t see God but can feel his judgment.

Someone has rightly said, “Upar wale ke laathi main aawaz nahin hoti.”

It’s perfectly true.

Come on Guys, Story time is over for today. Again will be back with another interesting piece tagged with a moral behind.

The best part of Granny’s stories was that they had a lesson behind and this lesson is quite practical to follow.

I summed this with my quote, “In Trying To Grab More, I May Lose What I Intend To Gain!” © Ila Varma 2015

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My Love Story


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More than three decades have passed but still the thought of train journey gives me goosebumps and a wide smile spread on my lips.

Many times, my kids ask, “Mamma, what’s the secret behind this smile?” I still blush & change the topic and they exchange questioning glances.

I was in final year of degree and an excursion was arranged by our college for sight seeing and a get together party. Every year, the final year students went on an excursion and the next batch used to be excited for their chance. There used to be many stories of the excursion which was flashed in the college, we did not know about its authenticity but it did excite us to get an opportunity to participate. Finally, we got a chance.

Three decades before, it was a challenging task to get the permission of parents for an outing with friends and teacher and it was a herculean task, where co-education existed.

The excitement flushed us with courage to ask for permissions and after great perusal, finally my parents agreed and there were dozens of reprimands along with it to follow and I nodded to follow each one as a responsible child and made them believe that I will be careful during my trip & not break their faith.

Packaging was done by my Mom and she took care that I carry enough of warm clothes to cover myself and a whole lot of delicacies was loaded along-with my luggage and a list of do’s & don’t’s were instilled by repeating the same things again and again till I was out of sight.

Finally, I took a deep breath when I walked away from home. We gathered in our college premises and hulla bol was on on full tone in the ground & the excitement could be well seen written on each faces. We were twenty five, excluding teachers.

Arjun and I were best friends and shared a platonic relationship and we looked forward to be together during this trip. College friends had doubt about us, but we never disclosed the facts fearing that it might reach our homes & create trouble for both of us. We were waiting to complete our education and fetch a good job.

The journey took off from Lucknow by train and we all loaded ourselves with our belongings and Arjun had sheepishly informed me to take seats near him so that we can spend our me time together and enjoy the trip.

It was my first trip with friends. I liked his idea but butterflies churned in my stomach at the mere thought of sharing seat with Arjun.

After arranging our belongings, we spread out in groups and Arjun kept seat vacant next to him. I adjusted myself next to him and the touch and warm breath of Arjun shivered me from within but I loved the close proximity and when stars twinkled in the sky and darkness descended around, Arjun closed his fingers around mine & passed smiles and at times, winked. I was loving the journey along with the group and Arjun.

Next day, we reached Shimla. It was the month of November and whole Shimla was covered with snows. The rays of sun set dwindled on the mountains and the snow glittered as gold scattered around, it was an amazing sight. I am a lover of nature and these tricks of nature mesmerizes me from within and I captured all beautiful moments in my camera and I fell in love with nature. My eyes were glued to the scenic beauty around.

“Hey Shampa, where are you busy?” Arjun howled from behind and caught hold of my arms and twitched.

“Ohho, what are you doing, leave me.” I too talked in high pitched tone as I felt pain in my arm.

There was no one around and darkness had enveloped the places.

Arjun tilted and lean on me and his hand circled my waist. I felt he was growing wild and might break the barriers.

Suddenly, the reprimands of Mamma stood before me and I removed his hand and ran as fast as I could towards the guest house where we had boarded.

Arjun asked me to stop but I did not listen to him and finally stopped on the gate of guest house and immediately got busy with my group so that I could avert the attention of Arjun.

Next day, we started off for sight seeing tours to near by places of Shimla.

Arjun was trying hard to seek my attention and I was evading his glances.

We started off a ride on toy train and in mid way, a tunnel approached. Suddenly, I felt a tight grip on my mouth and hand and before I could say anything, I was standing on the tracks.

I was totally numb for few seconds but when I saw Arjun standing in front, I understood the whole story behind and I was very hurt by his behavior. My faith in me had shook so I was evading him and did not wish to be a topic of gossip among group.

He came close to me.

“Don’t dare you touch me.” I almost shouted at him and started crying.

“I beg you, Shampa. Don’t misunderstand me. I wanted to be with you for some time, that’s why I pulled you out of the train. Please, please, please.” Arjun almost begged.

“So what next? We will be stranded here or move out?” I asked him, controlling my emotions.

“Come, let’s catch train.” He strode towards the standing train and I followed him, there was no choice in the silent woods.

When I stepped in, the whole train was empty. I was petrified. I had a soft corner for Arjun but could not confide on a young man in loneliness. Anyhow, I gathered courage to face the situation deliberately created by Arjun and took a window seat with a motive that if he tries any untoward act, I could raise my voice and passersby could listen. My mind was acting as a devil’s mind.

Arjun took a seat in front of me and was silent.

“What happened Arjun? You wanted to spend time with me in this way…been mute then even in group, it could have happened.” I said sarcastically.

“Shampa, I never knew that you did not had faith in me, else I would have never tried this. I thought that you would enjoy my company so I got mischievous. Sorry.” Arjun said in a hushed tone.

“It’s not like that Arjun, I don’t trust myself. We both are at the threshold of youth and I don’t wish to let down my parents, but I love you.”  I told him.

Arjun got emotional and sat on his knees and proposed.

“Will you like to grow old with me?” He said.

“No, Dear, I want to be young with you.” I giggled.

We both giggled and our laughter echoed in the empty train.

The train whistled and screeched, starting for the next station.

I sat relaxed and Arjun sitting in front was silently watching me. I wanted him to be by my side but did not had the courage to declare my wishes.

The excursion and the empty train gave voice to our feelings and we promised to stand by each other whole life.

After waiting for five years, we exchanged rings with the consent & blessings of our parents.

More than three decades of our courtship have passed but the fragrance of love and desire is same as it was in our twenties when we met.

Empty trains scare with nightmares but our journey in empty train started on a good note and once again, I wish to accompany him on a long journey in an empty train…waiting for that pleasant moment to fulfill my wishes that I long with my love.

Short Story By © Ila Varma 25-09-2016

 

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Navigation Into The Past – Part 7

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I hid behind a tree,
and asked her to collect gift from my friends at the Gate and what happened
next, was not in the hatched plan.
“Hey!!” someone
shouted loud behind me. I turned, and it was My Fantastico Meher.
I stood expressionless, didn’t
know how to react, Happy but gawky , this was the impact. And Fantastico Meher, laughing loud,
pulling back the strands over her ear, covered in a jacket and a cap, her nose rosy red with biting cold. All I managed was a never ending blush and smile.
We sat down on the
stairs at the gate, and grabbed hot cups of tea from a typical tea stall at the
corner. For a while, we both were quiet for some time. This had happened, it
was tough for both of us to believe, and our hearts brimmed with happiness.
And for the boy, this
was the moment of his life. Under the dark, starry sky, it seemed a dream come
true, a reel of a movie unfolded, I was speechless. That very moment, I
realized that the small gestures of life gives immense joys that too if your
suppressed desires are near to fulfilment. The feeling is indescribable and an
unknown buoyancy clutches you.
I remember racing  a rickshaw wala on the last day of the trip in
late evening, with the set of first & only set of roses ever gifted to someone,
set of her favorite chocolates, and a greeting card which said “ For Someone who is always Special”.
Sharing parathas in
the same plate, seeing her eat ‘panipuri’ slipping of her mouth, meeting her on
the last day when all things around seemed to melt, like they never existed
before. All the boy could see, was the most beautiful girl in the world draped
in a cream color shawl, composed eyes as she accepted the flowers and
accompanied him. His heart danced to the tune of the music flowing inside the cage of his heart, the emotional numbers
stirred at a rapid pace. To be true, had either stayed for a little while more,
emotions would have overflowed.
The Boy crossed the
busy highway, humming “Ankhon mein Teri” from OSO, wiping his tears. It was
indeed a very emotional moment.
And the train’s wheel
screeched and the final journey came to an end to the same lanes of the college.
And Life, moved on….
The Story of the two navigated through the beautiful
meanders of life, though it dint end as the perfect ending, but it gave a lot
of beautiful moments to cherish and snatched many along with it too.
Things have totally
changed. The Boy and the Fantastico Girl
both exist. They parted on a good note when they realized that they could be
good friends but not fitted to be soul-mates. The picture of togetherness was
captured in their hearts and the moments of togetherness will be cherished
forever.

Very few guys are lucky
to complete their love-story…..the puppy love is mostly left incomplete and off
and on, the soul navigates down the by lanes and the crush of the hearts emits
sweet fragrance.

The incomplete story concludes.

© Ila Varma 2015
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Navigation Into The Past – Part 5

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Within 2-3 days, the palpitations were over & the ten
digits were exchanged. This was being Lucky, & why not, after all he had
waited for it and still he had so many things to opine and express. Nothing
felt more special than calling the Fantastico
lady of his life, Meher. There were numerous beats of peppy music flowing and the endless cerebrations of dreamy exchanges.

“Hullo”, & the rest carried on from her, if his
wishes were to be true, he would have listened to her tone forever and just passing
a smile seeing the sky studded with bright stars above and which existed for
him now.

Rohit’s edginess to pass on his message to the love of his
life kept scratching him from inside, but an unknown fear did not let him do
and he was letting it go for the matter of his heart, that’s all he wanted
instead of losing her. He sent her an idol of Lord Ganesha just before the
start of her first semester. It was amazing, how he had changed. It was an impact of love for his lady. A guy who
never wanted to visit a temple, was now just living in it & with it. The
Days kept on rolling and the trust between the two was maturing. Rohit was now
someone, Meher entrusted, but the fact was yet to be delivered. Love kept
amplifying, it was as if Rohit was now living with a heart which was beating
for Meher only, and he had forgotten all. Life to him had just one meaning ~
“Meher”. After being through enough of the long distance chit-chat, Rohit
planned of something others just would not have pictured. He plotted his
surprise trip to her place after the semester, his first semester to be
precise, who in the world would have missed a trip home. Rohit’s friends were
just shell shocked to come to know of it. The irony of this trip was that he
planned to go through the general reservations ‘coz of no proper savings.
“They empty your pockets in there, they will throw you out
of it, they’ll kidnap you”, the truthful but funny for the moment
statements kept hailing from his pals who went to drop him at the junction.
“It’ll be fun guys, After all Everything is fair in Love
& War “, Rohit announced & so announced the horn of the train that it
was ready to go.


“I am sorry Mum-Dad”, he consoled himself for breaking
their trust in him & set out on the capriciously sketched out journey.



Rohit carried one luggage out of which most of it was meant
for the lady. Quite amazing how this story was shaping up, where the guy had
just given in everything to make the lady believe, he was the one aspiring to
make her his own.

The Train slipped past the platform, and it departed for a
story which was waiting in the future and his favourite peppy music playing in
his iPod soothed his heart, which was thumping at the thought of his girl,
Meher. He closed his eyes and the soft breeze flowed on his face with the
moving train.

The next part follows!!

© Ila Varma 2015

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Navigation Into The Past- Part 3


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The board examinations went off well, and the entrances were
nearing. The day came, IIT JEE, and with all the efforts he had put in for, he
had to answer. The day was good, and he returned back home with a hope to make
it to the dream gates. He was doing this for his parents, for the love seemed
to have ended.
Rohit appeared for more entrances, and what happened next at
another entrance was something he had never thought of. It was VIT’s entrance
examination when Rohit reached his centre that Sunday. The walk down to the
gates seemed normal when he saw something he could not believe. The list on
which the sitting arrangement was displayed, had a girl wrapped in blue top
checking it. Struck in disbelief, Rohit could not believe the thumping of his
heart that he felt at that particular moment.
“It’s M-E-H-E-R”, his heart cried out and the beat
seemed to take his breath away.
Almost as happens in maximum flicks, the whole thing seemed
to stand still, when Rohit’s eyes struck on his fantastico Meher and the peppy music started its rhythm in the background. He was standing dumb. She greeted him with a broad
smile and as the hero walked in towards his love, the villain had already set
in, none other than her father. The gates opened for their purpose, and Rohit
almost mapped Meher’s building in which she had been allotted. This exam seemed
tough, Rohit rubbed his brains into the paper and submitted it. The impact of not doing well was the distractions because of sudden appearance of his girl, Meher. With little
disappointment of not doing so well in the exam, Rohit went outside and stood
under the shade of a huge Gulmohar tree.
The bell rung, and Rohit was searching a girl wrapped in
blue. He kept looking at all the blues in search of his life and the moment
came when life walked in. She came in small footsteps, and the smile that had
kept Rohit spirited for her memories engraved in his heart.
“How are you?” the same question the stupid asked.
“Good, and you?” said Meher, her words seemed like
spreading a fragrance around.
Rohit was lost, lost in her grin, he was dumbstruck because
it was thousands of those dreams he had seen her in and now it stood in reality.
“I….am….fine”, he said and both laughed to
perfect timing.
Every step he walked with her towards the gate, seemed an
era in itself. He did not know what to say, both seemed the same.
“Dad’s here, I’ve to go”, said the girl in blue.
“I do not know what goes on ahead in life. For the
smallest of gifts that I can give to you, is a wish that you remain happy all
your life”, said a lyrical Rohit bidding bye to his peppy dreams.
She walked past the gate, and turned around just before she
left. Her eyes had a strange calmness, it seemed as if she had gone through a
lot.
With emotions bursting out in Rohit’s heart, he cried out to
say.

“We’ll meet again”, an elated Rohit said.

The next part follows!!


© Ila Varma 2015


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Navigation Into The Past – Part 6

                                                        

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“You were right, it’s not worth to keep expectations from
you”, Meher said & disappeared.

A sudden haze froze the moment, shuffled time and I navigated into the back lanes.

I stepped down the train at Nizammudin Delhi. It was the
chilliest evening I had ever come across. 
A sophomore college student with some change in his wallet, had arrived
in the capital of India in January. It was freezing, I remember waiting for a
local friend who was to pick me up from the station, but he was running late.
So I hung there around for a moment, walking to and fro on the same platform.
Here I was, miles away from the place I belonged, to reach out, and to meet
someone I considered extremely special in my life.

There were a lot of questions in mind, but I had promised to
keep all of them at bay from my mind, until this trip ended. I checked my
wallet, planned my stay with the 1500 bucks I had & saved a little more. In
between all this planning, Rishab arrived & we left for Noida, the place
where I had to stay in this little secret trip.

I remember hanging my face out of the overcrowded DTC bus,
chilly air almost kept slapping my face as I glanced through the mammoth temple
on the way.

This was like a movie, like a dream, travelling miles from
your college to see you may be possible someone of the future. Each moment that
the bus drew close to the city, I could feel my heart thudding  at the same speed.
Love was all dominated by the fierce & fearless mind of a teenager, trying
hard to crack the code of the most complex emotion – Love.

We checked in at Vikram’s place, whose questions were
obvious. His place of stay was on the 4th floor of an old building, but the
view, it was plain beautiful. I could see her college directly from there, I
could see the lights in the dark and cold 1800 Hrs. Delhi sky. I packed up, got
ready, swabbed with the ice cold water and left to meet her. All this while,
this was a surprise. In a way, I too had surprised myself travelling miles
alone for nothing, but only her. Such was the feeling, so strong and pure, that
it never asked a question.



I remember the discussions in Raj’s room where close
friends kept asking questions visualizing wrong possibilities. Here I was, where
till now, everything had gone too exact as per the plan.

We walked out, through the lanes of Delhi and to be
truthful, even these small packed lanes seemed like a rose garden, even shit
appeared aromatic.



Oh how deep I was in the feeling, lost in it, like a baby in
mother’s womb, circling in the same area, lost in it. I was smiling for no
reason, at the same time had a lot of consciousness of not screwing up this
meet. We reached, my heart was racing, and it had lost control, waiting for her
first glance after years. Years of knowing, being connected, but being distant
and unknown to what we shared.



The next part follows!!!

© Ila Varma 2015
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Navigation Into The Past – Part 4

                                                   

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Meher left the junction again, &
Rohit was again left stranded. What he had gained, were a few more
moments which were added to his what had become a strange love story, if it was
one. It was almost five years since it had begun, a story which began at an age
where her name was nothing less than an angel in a story, and today it meant
something which needed a Juliet to praise. What made it even harder to
understand was that even without his love in his hold, he kept it alive. This
meant just two possibilities, either he hadn’t seen the world or he had decided
not to see with open eyes.


Rohit, had a crucial journey ahead, the
results getting public. It took guts to digest his failures,
the dream gates of IIT remained a dream. Even the NITs asked him to come back
next year, Rohit was facing this for the first time, and for it was the first
time where he had to fight among the reservations in India. Every time
Rohit walked back home after results, life seemed tougher. The faith on his
parents’ faces was the only symbol of courage left around, but still it seemed
hard to digest the failures. With one last entrance remaining, Rohit chipped in
applying every rule in the book, and finally the lass felt of some worth after
securing a seat in a progressive engineering college across a different state.
With a determination in his eyes & a promise in his soul, the lass walked in
to the streets where many had found & lost themselves. It seemed tough. Anyways, life had different plans for him
yet again.


Two months into the first semester when an
about to be Engineer was busy with Orkut, a wave just came in which lashed his
entire circuits. The recent visitors’ list had a name “Meher#finding my
soul#”, Rohit’s long lost breath was here again. Life seemed to have given a spark again, and this time it was not just a spark, rather a spike
to be precise. In two hours of sensing her presence, Rohit’s life seemed to
have got a heavenly touch to it. He couldn’t resist his emotional anxiety and
he passed down as many as fifty messages at a stretch to Meher.


“Yes, It’s me only duffer”, was the
reply when Rohit checked his mailbox an hour later.
Life could not have been any better, Rohit
thanked God, for he now believed in its existence. It seemed as if the
floodgates had opened & flooded it all with LOVE.


Within 2-3 days, the palpitations were over
& the ten digits were exchanged. This was being Lucky, & why not, after
all he had waited for it, but still, he had things to say and express. Nothing
felt more special than calling the lady of his life for the first time, for
each ring in the cycle, there were a thousand beats and endless thought of
dream conversations.
“Hullo”, & the rest continued from
her, if he was to wish, he could have listened to her tone forever and just
smile seeing the heaven above which now existed for him there.
Rohit’s anxiety to pass on his heart to the
love of his life kept scratching him from inside, but he feared of the
unwanted, and so, he just letting life go along as it wanted to. He sent her an
idol of Lord Ganesha just before her first semester, it was amazing how he had
changed. A guy who never wanted to visit a temple, was now just living in it
& with it. The Days kept on rolling, and the trust between the two kept
growing, Rohit was now someone Meher deeply trusted, but the fact was yet to be
delivered. Love kept amplifying, it was as if Rohit was now living with a heart
which was beating for Meher only, and he had forgotten all. Life to him had just
one meaning ~ “Meher”. After being through enough of the long distance
chit-chat, Rohit planned of something others just would not have. He plotted
his surprise trip to her place after the semester, his first semester to be
precise, who in the world would have missed a trip home. Rohit’s friends were
just shell shocked to listen to it, the irony of this trip was that he planned
to go through the general reservations ‘coz of no proper savings.” They
empty your pockets in there, they will throw you out of it, they’ll kidnap
you”, the truthful but funny for the moment statements kept coming from
his pals who went to drop him at the junction.” It’ll be fun guys, After
all Everything’s fair in love & war “, was the line Rohit announced &
so announced the horn of the train that it was ready to go.” I am sorry
Mum-Dad”, he consoled himself & set out on the freakishly sketched out
journey.
Rohit carried one luggage out of which half
of it was meant for the lady. Quite amazing how this story was shaping up,
where the guy had just given in everything to just make the lady believe, he
was the one.
The Train slipped past the platform, and it
departed for a story which was waiting in the future and his favourite peppy music playing in his iPod soothed his heart, which was thumping at the thought of his girl, Meher. He closed his eyes and the soft breeze flowed on his face with the moving train.
The next part follows!!

© Ila Varma 2015

This blog post is inspired by the blogging marathon hosted on IndiBlogger for the launch of the#Fantastico Zica from Tata Motors. You can apply for a test drive of the hatchback Zica today.

Navigation Into The Past – Part 2

                                                               

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The dream gates of IIT opened to fiery scenes straightaway.
Though Rohit cleared his board exams with what he had targeted, the road ahead
looked steep. The dream gates needed extra effort to make it. Rohit did not
gave up, he allayed all his mental fears, and challenged himself to reach the
apex. The love kept rolling him around, it was almost as if it wanted him to do
well.
Day one at school in class XI, & the fully packed class
seemed empty to him. When Rohit headed back home, restlessness had crept into
him. It felt as if he was missing everything he had. The impact of his deep
seated crush for his dream girl Meher.
“Meher”, he said & tears started rolling down
his cheeks.
It was the day where all his deep seated emotions flushed
out, and soon Rohit realized, he needed to communicate. He feared his relation
with his best friend Harsh getting rusted but the command came straight from
his heart, there seemed none denying it.
Rohit, who had been dumb all through the years when he had
Meher at a wink, was in a mood to spell out each & every feeling that he
nurtured deep inside. With no clue of Meher’s contacts whereabouts, Rohit
called up at Meher’s local residence number, which he had extracted from Harsh
somehow. In a rush of adrenaline, he kept dialling those digits for which he
could hear a dead tone repeating “This number is temporarily out of
service”.
The urge had just begun, & it had held his breath. With
no sight of contact possible, the filmy mood gripped him and Rohit was all set
in the character of Veer to bring back his Zara. And it happened the classical
way, Rohit wrote 11 complete pages of his feelings on a piece of paper &
with no idea of Meher’s whereabouts, he posted the letter to the institute’s
address without any fear of going into wrong hands. He had become bold in his
way.

Once the letter got posted, Rohit seemed to have gained some
peace. Though it was not even sure whether Meher would receive it or not, but
it felt as if the whole truth was delivered. Few days later, Harsh called up to
inform that his story was over. Meher had fallen in again with some guy at the
institute, Harsh sounded dumped and badly used. In the pain of losing his girl,
Harsh had fallen into a smog. Rohit was at an even bigger slump, he felt as if
the whole world had come falling down on him. While Harsh struggled to
normalise his life, Rohit somehow held himself strong against all walls that
kept falling on him each day. The vectors, the magnets and ions had got a bit
boring for him but there still resided sheer determination in the lass to
succeed. The reels as always kept rolling, all through the journey of those two
years in XI & XII, there was hardly any desk in the class on which the name
Meher was not scribbled. It was still a commendable effort by Rohit, who was
recovering out of it all and recovering in studies as well.


The next part follows!!



© Ila Varma 2015

This blog post is inspired by the blogging marathon hosted on IndiBlogger for the launch of the#Fantastico Zica from Tata Motors. You can apply for a test drive of the hatchback Zica today.
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