Monday, November 4, 2019

The Estranged and the Dead

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

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

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

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

There was a sudden knock on the door, "Sir, there is a person waiting outside, he said you called him for a meeting,  he has an appointment." Swati was affirmative and wanted her boss to confirm. 

"Ya, he must be Mr. Gupta, I remember, please send him inside."
She nodded and entered the guy with a bald head with a long umbrella dressed in monochrome carrying with himself a little briefcase.
"Hello Mr. Krishna, I am Pravesh Gupta...he puts his visiting card forward waiting for Krishna to respond. 
"Ya, hello, shaking hands..please sit."
" I have news for you. The stocks that you have invested in Lubena Chemicals are not performing well. Chances are high that you may book total loss in three months. Its better you exit."
"I know Mr.Gupta..but I don't want to..."

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

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

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

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

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

....To be Continued.

PS. 04.11.2019

#SatyaNahiChupta #ZindagiBahutChotiHaiMereDost #MilnaTohPadegaHi.




Monday, February 18, 2019

तुम फिर आज याद आए...

जाने  कितने दिनों बाद तुम फिर आज  याद आए

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~प्रसेनजित सरकार~~

Thursday, December 27, 2018

This is Not Real

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

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

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

* * *
Time 9:01 am

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

....To be Continued.

PS..27.12.2018

#JoDikhtaHainWohSachHotaNahi #JoSachHainWohDikhtaNahi.


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Tuesday, September 25, 2018

The Little Known Secret...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He could faintly remember the day.

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

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

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

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

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

PS..25.09.2018

#JoDikhtaHainWohSachHotaNahi #JoSachHainWohDikhtaNahi.