Questions - Life - Answers

In this long journey of life, Somewhere, sometime, some questions will rise in one's mind, no matter whether it'll be answered or not. For some, there'll be answers at some point of time, either through some strangers or by one's own experience, and for some, one has to be in search of the answers as long as they could.

At one point of time, there were few questions in me. Like, Will the so-called best friends fall apart? If so, will they re-unite? If so, Will they be as close as they were before? As a matter of fact, it depends actually. But little did I know then that I'll get answers for these questions from my own experience.

It was 5 years ago, when I met him for the first time in my college hostel. It was the day when we got admission for our hostel. He introduced himself to me, as ganesh. I reciprocated to him with a reply, sunil, for it's my name. At that point of time, I never thought he would influence me to a greater extent. I never thought he would mean a lot to me. But that's life. Everything, or at least few things, happen contrary to what we think or exactly what we haven't thought. Mine falls in the second category.

In the next four years, our relationship grew closer and stronger. We had several small fights, misunderstandings, altercates and whatnot but nothing stood strong enough to break our relationship. Moreover, we had umpteen contradictions over our favourite things like movies, director, music director, etc (these are the inevitable things that college guys, sometimes girls too, argue over). So, it’s natural, we had strong disceptations whenever we discuss about these stuffs. I would tease him, by making fun of his favourite movie star and he would mine. In fact, we did this just for fun as neither of us really hated the other's favourite, but pretended to be so.

At times I wonder, how long will our friendship last without any problem, given we have these kind of differences? But the way we had been together answered me like it might never end. So, I never really cared about it much by then. But u know, when u have everything in control, u won't think of the super power above u. And when this is the case, he, the almighty, in order to show his presence, plays a game with u, which of course, at times, is more difficult than riding a bicycle with one leg. No other go, u have to play it, or in other words, he‘ll make u to play it.

He played with me too. An unexpected incident happened to me; well, to be precise, between us, in an unexpected way. It was one fine Saturday night almost a year ago, when I and ganesh decided to booze, me to give him company, and he to let out his stress created from his call centre job – one of his 3 reasons to booze. Well, the other two, in short – to relax, to spend time. Of course, one has to be a modern Shakespeare to find the difference among these three.

Actually, I had an important work to do on that day – to visit my relative, but I had to give that up not only because of the beer, or vodka which I would love to have rather than other high-alcoholic beverages, but because of my then-long-time question to be asked to him. I took it as a great opportunity to get an answer. What’s better than being inebriated for someone to get or give whatsoever answer one need? Being a tosspot, we boozed together several weekends, several days, in that regard. But I had not had the same opportunity as this one, as we were accompanied by few other friends too, all the time.

In order not to miss this golden opportunity, I had put forth him a condition of not including anyone for the evening. Needless to say, he nodded.

It was almost 8’o clock when he entered my room. Being a professional soaker, I had made all the arrangements, right from buying the drinks with side-dishes to setting the room in blue colour with the help of a zero watt bulb, thanks to Thomas Alva Edison – creating an almost-awesome ambience, thereby changing my room to a bar, minus A/C and Cushioned seats.

He entered in, and all I could see was a dull and tiresome face. He threw his mobile and bag on my bed and fell on the same. In order not to delay the party anymore, I took out the bottles and placed it on the floor. On hearing the clanging of the bottles, boozer-him got up twice as fast as he fell on the bed overthrowing tiresome-him who might still wanted to lie in the bed for some more time. I tear-opened the lays packets and other side-dishes and placed it around the bottles which stood in the centre.

Before I sat in my allotted place, he sat in his, and picked out a beer bottle and opened it with his teeth-opener. I felt ashamed for the nth time for despite being a professional soaker, as said earlier, still I had to depend on other soakers to teeth-open the bottles. I assured to myself that I should not rely on anyone next time. As a practice and knowing my calibre, he placed the opened bottle near me with a mocking smile and engaged himself in teeth-opening another beer bottle for him. I ignored it.

“Cheers,” we started. As we were about to empty our respective bottles’, I started to discuss about our future plan, the plan of directing a movie. Though we were graduated from an esteemed engineering college as B.Tech degree holders, our real passion was not to stun the world with some innovative-useful-cheap-whatnot kind of invention, but to stun the world with a movie, by directing it. I should say, though we had umpteen small-small differences between us, this same passion kept us together with a covalent bond.

We had already decided about working together in our first attempt, we hadn’t thought about our next though. I thought it would be a safe bet to start this topic before questioning him with my then-long-time question. I didn’t know whether it was a bottle of beer or his passion towards movies which made him excited at the topic, all i knew was he was more than excited.

He planned our work rather in a serious manner. He wanted us to enter into the field at our 28 years of age, and earn to save till then. So that it would help us to produce our own film, if we couldn’t find a suitable producer, well, a producer who believes in us and our script. We knew saving money for the span of 5 years won’t help, that too when we were in a not-so-big-salary giving companies, but then it could definitely add up. To be frank, his family back ground is too good to produce a film on his own. So, obviously to find a producer wasn’t a big deal for us.

Even then, we argued about the music director for our film. The funniest thing is we never discussed about the script till then – we had our own scripts in our mind though, but argued about the technicians. He suggested his favourites and when I suggested mine, he said that he himself would score better music than the one I mentioned. “Fuck your music class,” I wanted to say him, as it made him to think like that. As the situation was getting worse, I tried to change the topic. It would have been a wise decision had I not chosen the topic of querying him with my then-long-time question. But again, it was his, the almighty’s game which I had to play with him.

“Ok fine. Forget our deal. You yourself score the music and direct the movie in the way you prefer,” I don’t know why I said that. But I didn’t mean it.

“Thank you. At least, I need not bother about some imbecile who seldom has knowledge of choosing his favourite, let alone a script. Fuck you.” He said as he opened a bottle of vodka, of course, he teeth-opened.

I became curious to change the topic and questioned him, “Do you love someone?”

“What?” He asked, seriously puzzled.

“Ok. Let me put like this. Did u love someone or kind of proposed someone?” I asked again accenting on ‘did’.

“Why the hell are you asking this at this fucking point of time?” He miffed.

“I wanted to ask about it sometime before, but it took so long for me to get this kind of opportunity. Anyway, answer me,” I coaxed.

“Nope,” He said in a low tone and fuddled a glass of vodka.

I didn’t want to give up. I fuddled two glasses of vodka in no time and questioned, “Why the fuck did you message Indhu in that way?” I don’t know why I used the f-word and more importantly her name. She, Indhu, was my classmate in school for 7 years and unfortunately my college mate too, luckily or unluckily, not my classmate though.

“Indhu? What the fuck did she tell you? What the fuck you want me to tell?” He said as he threw the glass, sadly with vodka in it, at the wall. Me using the f-word made him free, unconstrained and whatnot, to use it again and again.

“Why the fu...” I stopped as I didn’t want to give room for him to use the f-word again. “Why the hell did u throw the glass? Why are you showing off, you schmuck?” I continued in an angry tone.

“Fuck you man. Did she send you to argue with your friend for this small matter,” He asked in a serious tone and took my glass, of course with vodka, to throw at the wall. I was too active to hustle it from him and gulped the vodka, fearing any delay would end up in painting the wall, again, with the shades of vodka.

I took the remaining vodka from the bottle, too, and gulped it in one go, fearing for the same reason and said, “See, she didn’t say anything to me. I just saw her Inbox while using her mobile on the other day, some three months before. She didn’t even know I had seen the message. From then I wanted to ask you. I did today.” I lied. I tried to hide the fact. The fact that indhu called me to say about that sms-thing, and how bad she felt on seeing that message, and so on.

“Yes, I messaged her, and of course, indirectly proposed to her. What the fuck are you going to do with that?” He shouted, sorry, the alcohol in him made him to shout. He didn’t even care to stop using the f-word still. He couldn’t for he was in a state of being controlled by the –oh group, of course, me too was.

“Idiot, I knew it on seeing the message. Why the fu..” I stopped again, not merely to prove i wasn’t controlled by the –oh group, OK, at least like him, but to make him stop using it for I was too tired to hear that word anymore that night. I continued,” for god’s sake, Why did you hide it from me?

“Why the fuck should I tell to you? Who are you to me in that regard?” He said. I guess he didn’t mean it though. But by then, I felt he meant it. After few seconds, he foot-kicked the vodka bottle, luckily no vodka in it that time, as his hands failed to find any. On seeing this, I was agitated. I pushed him on the bed.

“Screw you, your deal and whatnot. There‘s nothing more between you and me. No movies, no music, no Quarrelling. Thank God.” I said. I shouldn’t have thanked this Idiot, for he was the one who created such play. But I was too drunk to realise it. I walked towards the door, and turned towards the bed, where he was lying still and said “Fuck you” for the one last time and went out.

I came back after an hour only to find the room with all the things, including the broken bottles, laid in the same position as it was when I left, minus the schmuck in the bed, if I remembered it correct. I least cared about him and the broken bottles, too. So, that was a bibulous evening fiasco.

Neither he nor I called or messaged the other. Nine months rolled by. We didn’t even meet once in the mean time. May be that Idiot, the great almighty, had created the game a bit too long. It was on one fine day, at our classmate’s reception (a girl obviously, how could a guy get married at 23 years of age), we both met. At first, we hardly cared to glance at each other. But, these fights, say kindergarten fights, are forever part and package of life. We have to let it go. At one point of time, friends, good if not best, will surely come together before long (if one considers these 9 months as short). We, too, after initial hesitation, talked. It started slowly, but smoothly. It rose up to the level of - he telling what exactly had happened on the other day when he messaged Indhu and me apologizing to him, and followed by him apologizing to me. I really thanked God, the almighty (not Idiot any more), for that day.

Though we were emotional on that day, we couldn’t capitalize on it. I mean, still we are friends, may be good friends, but that touch we had before the fiasco is not found now. Till date, we even booze together at weekends, not all though. Still I can feel the difference, might be he too. We can’t help it.

We never spoke about the deal again – the deal of directing a film. We hardly share our personal matters. We hardly call each other often, etc, etc..... But we say we are good friends still and to be frank, we pretend to be so. And the thing is he is endowed with good talent in writing stories, screenplays. So, whatsoever it takes, or howsoever we are now, this thing is for sure, ‘a film by ganesh-sunil’, or ‘a film by sunil’ might not happen, but ‘a film by ganesh’ will be there in the cine history. And I will be somewhere watching it with pride.

The saddest day, in fact – the most

I won’t say this story is ‘based on a true story’ inasmuch as this one is a true story. As the name, by itself depicts the plot of the story -it is about the saddest day of the protagonist in this story.

It was (a fine) Saturday evening, when the sun was about to hide itself from the people (normally people call it as sun set) behind the 20-storied, 30-storied tall buildings of the city, I decided to take a break from the hectic schedule of the week. I thought of several places to relax where I could see and feel only myself. The obvious choice was the Besant Nagar beach. Of course, it was not a place to see only myself, that too, on a Saturday evening. But, it was my obvious choice because I could reach my home, late in the night, in about 5-10 minutes from there. Yes, my home is just at a viewable distance if u stand near the flood light located near the coffee shop.

I left my office at 5 and it took nearly 2 hours to reach the parking area, thanks to the traffic. I parked my pulsar 150 dts-i safely, checked the lock twice and moved towards the sea shore. As I walked along the pavement, I looked for a lonely place where I could not see any pairs – decently called as Lovers, any newly married couples, any families or any college student gangs, in particular, as they are the ones who enjoy to a maximum and make the viewers embarrass (sometimes happy) by their pixilated activities. After a few minutes of search, I, finally, found the right place.

But, it was already occupied by a guy. He was sitting alone staring at the sky. I went to that place and sat few metres away from the guy. But, he never cared to have a glimpse of me, at least. I, too, started staring the sky. All I could see was, there were few stars, as a matter of fact, very few. The rest were hidden by the clouds. After few minutes, I got bored of it and rolled my eyes around to have a look at the things around me. As I turned left, i could find the guy, still staring at the sky. I wondered what this guy was looking at.

I started again to stare at the sky, with bated breath, hoping to find something attractive and appealing. But, I could find nothing special to stare so long. I turned up towards him and found him still staring at the same spot. I was intrigued and peeked into his face. Since, he was busy in his duty (staring the sky) he didn’t see me squinting at him.

I saw a blanket of sadness covering his face. After a bit of hesitation, I went near him and asked, “Can u tell me what are u staring at? So that I’ll also look at it and enjoy”

He didn’t even care to respond to my question and was busy in his duty. I found his mind is not in this earth. I did pat him on his shoulder and said “Hello”

Finally, his mind came back to earth and asked “what?”

“Are u in this world?” I questioned him. He was shocked; I could read that from his face reaction. Of course, everyone would have reacted in the same way when one hears such words from a stranger.

I spoke with him for nearly 30 minutes or so. I came to know about the reason for his sadness. Sadness symbolizes either a very big loss or a mere loss, in general – a loss. His sadness is also because of a loss – a big loss for him. Our conversation was broken by a call from his friend. He left the place as soon as he got the call, bidding me a formal adieu. I stayed there for another 30 minutes.

His loss continued to haunt me even after I reached my home, not because it was a big one (according to him).Actually, in my narrow view, it was a mere loss. But, something prevented me from forgetting about that matter. All I could do was to open my laptop and start writing about the evening so that my mind will be relieved, at least .And, that is what u are reading now. As I asked the question, “Are u in this world?” He was shocked. I told him that I was watching him for nearly 15 minutes and he was staring the empty sky continuously. I asked him the reason for his dull face. He remained silent staring at my eyes this time.

After asking him repeatedly, he started to elucidate his story reluctantly. His name is Rahul. He has recently -5 months before - joined in a leading software company. Yesterday was his graduation day. As usual, like every other guys, he too had great fun out there. After a 10 month gap, he met all his friends. All was well until he met the one who was his best friend. The verb ‘was’ may sound inappropriate. But the reason behind his words was: they never spoke a word for the past 8 months since they had a fight.

I wondered how could ‘best-friends’ exist without speaking a word for 8 months. But, then I figured out why the verb ‘was’ used by him. Also, I was curious to know the reason for the fight expecting some interesting story behind it. But, once I heard the reason, I wanted to burst out laughing. In order to maintain the sanity, I controlled myself.

The reason can be precisely said as misunderstanding and none other than that. The word fight sounds too much, in fact, the words ‘too-much’ sound too much. But, that was not the reason for his sadness which I could figure out from his face as he said that. So, i was not interested to know about the so-called fight. I straight away asked the reason for his dull face.

He continued that his best friend never spoke to him yesterday in the function. He was waiting near him for few minutes expecting that he will talk to him. The sad thing was his friend; sorry his best friend didn’t even care to look at him. As a result, he got vexed and moved away. I asked him why he didn’t try talking to him. He couldn’t answer. I answered myself for the question, EGO....

He too accepted it first but then tried to justify himself. He said that while returning home, he called him – his best friend. But, the response from him was unexpected in fact, intolerable to him. So, there started the first reason for his dull face. The reason is acceptable, in one way or other. Anyway, I asked him that is that the reason which made him to sit like as if he had lost a valuable thing.

Out of the blue, his voice became loud. He said that it was not the only reason. On hearing his loud voice, I was blown out of the water. But, as soon as he said that, he asked sorry for such a loud reply. I was not worried for that rather was curious to know his other reason. I asked him to continue. He, after that unexpected reaction from his best friend, was very much worried and regretted for calling him. But, I appreciated him for his decision to call him. These small, small fights (sorry, misunderstandings) between friends help them to bond stronger and perhaps even better – like a chemical bond.

He then boarded the bus with his friends to his home where they are staying. He badly wanted to free his mind from the disappointment. The only place that struck him, to free his mind was a theatre. After a 15 minutes travel he asked one of his friends to give him company for a movie. He knew that none of his friends other than him would respond positively as everyone was literally tired of the day.

As expected he nodded to accompany him. So, they both decided to get down at the stop nearer to the theatre, which is two stops away from his home. They both got balcony tickets and went to a hotel to have dinner. After finishing the dinner, they went into the theatre. In the intermission, Rahul’s friend got his Mobile. The second and ultimate reason for his sadness started there.

Rahul didn’t care to get his mobile back. The second half of the movie began and as the climax was nearing, Rahul suddenly thought of his mobile and asked his friend for the same. But, sadly, it was not in his friend’s pocket as expected. Both began to search in and around their seats. It was not found there. There were roughly 30-40 people. They started to ask every single person about the mobile. Sadly, everyone said that they had not seen it.

His friend was more nervous than Rahul himself. He searched the entire balcony while Rahul was busy searching in the lobby near the canteen where they were standing during the break. But, it was found nowhere. As, he finished narrating the incident, I saw his face was very much deplorable.

I asked for his mobile’s model. He said it was NOKIA E-51. It was the one which i presented my wife on her recent birthday. It costs nearly 11.5k bucks. It’s a bit costly, that too for him. Anyway, I tried to encourage him by saying; “nowadays it’s a common practice for everyone to miss their mobile.” He immediately said, “Yes, maybe missing one is common, but missing three isn’t.”

I was really shocked to hear that. I asked him to come again. He said that, he himself had lost two mobiles during his final year in his college. On hearing that my immediate question was how could his parents buy him a costly one as his third mobile? He said about the way how he persuaded them for their approval. It was really funny when he said about that. In fact, he himself grinned while saying it.

I asked him about his friend’s reaction after losing the mobile and his parents too. He said, the reason for his dull face was because of his parents’ reaction. He said that they didn’t scold him but instead, hung the phone immediately. He said he was worrying not because his mobile is lost (as it was not new to him) but for letting his parents down.

He said that his friend assured him that he will buy him a new mobile but, he declined his offer. I really felt proud for the boy for not accepting his friend’s offer. As I was about to ask him about his plan to buy a new mobile, his mobile rang. He excused himself and attended the call. After a couple of minutes, he said that the call was from his friend and he has to leave immediately.

On seeing my face, he himself told that the mobile he had in his hand by that time was his other friend’s old mobile and he is using it temporarily. I gave him my visiting card and asked him to come to my home tomorrow so that I‘ll help him in buying a new mobile (for that instance, I forgot about my wife). He declined my offer too.

But, he said that yesterday was his saddest, in fact, the saddest of his life. He lost his best friend (as he didn’t even care to call him back to accept his apology) and his third mobile. I warned him that though, as of now, yesterday may be his saddest but; there are still a lot more to come and he should accept it positively rather than feeling for it all alone. He said it was nice talking to me as his pain was a bit reduced. He assured me that he will come to my home tomorrow if and only if, i assure him that i won’t offer him anymore. I accepted that. He left the place after bidding a formal adieu to me.

Though he left the place his face remained in my mind and for the rest 30 minutes i was only thinking of him. And it made me to write about the evening as i felt like sharing it with someone. I feel bad for not getting either his contact number or his address. But I hope he’ll come tomorrow and with that hope I‘m going to hit the sack.

When my phone rang ….

“You and I in this beautiful world… green grass… blue skies…”

I took my mobile reluctantly from the left pocket of my trousers. It displayed the caller’s name… hmmm…It’s her…

“Hello…” I said eloquently.

“Hey… sorry… I’m stuck in traffic. I will be there in 15 minutes for sure,” she elucidated to me.

I saw my watch. It showed the time as 16:03.

“Alright, No big deal,” I said, in a sweet tone to hide my sarcastic words, and dropped down the call. These girls never keep up the timings. However, they always smartly, in one way or the other, find a reason for their delay.

What can I do for another 15 minutes – which is like 15 days or even more when you are waiting for a person all alone?

Should I sit simply gazing the trees or the men selling groundnuts or the people near me who actually are busy with their respective works – which I’ve been for the past 15 minutes?

No, I can’t do it anymore. I kept the greeting card that I was holding in my hand till now aside and closed my eyes. All those things that happened yesterday came circling my mind.

It’s better to tell you those so that the rest 15 minutes won’t be boredom for me, hopefully. Just hang on for few minutes and listen…

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When my phone rang yesterday evening at half past four, I thought it would be none other than her, as usual. But I got disappointed for the 7^th time, 21^st in total since that incident had happened. It was a disquieting incident that took place exactly on the same day (to be specific, it was Saturday) of last week.

I threw my phone indignantly, which showed its strength even after hitting the hardest thing in my room – the marble carving – that was presented by her on my 21^st birthday. After few seconds, I unruffled myself and ran towards the phone not to check it (for any damage) but the marble carving.

I thanked God for not causing any damage to the most precious, cherished thing in my room (only from 21^st June 2008, until then it was my tricycle that my dad presented me on my 5^th birthday). I wiped the area of the marble where that fucking phone had hit, and put my lips over it to feel the pain. Luckily, there wasn’t any indelible mark. AT that moment, I felt myself as a duffer (it doesn’t SUIT me though).

I felt discredited for showing my anger towards the one – the mobile phone – which I have been thinking as human’s best ever invention as every lover in this world would think. It wasn’t my fault. I was prone to do that. The reason was simple. Yes, you guessed it right; it was her, not alone though. She, along with that so called customer care of the India’s leading mobile service provider.

You might wonder what connection these two have. Actually, they don’t have any connection directly, but they do, indirectly, in my case. You will come to know about it later. The ‘customer care’ helps us a lot when we are at their doors, but that’s not the case when they come to ours. They nearly kill us, you see.

Alas! Yesterday wasn’t my day… as nothing worked in my favour. It might be a coincidence, as all negative things, together, happened to me yesterday – be it the repeated calls from the customer care for activating HELLO TUNES (why the fuck should I spent 30 bucks per month for someone to listen to a song while calling me? Just to please them? I hate this to the core) or no calls from her for the past 7 days or whatever. Maybe I was doomed to meet such things, after all. I remembered PAULO COELHO’s lines in his book – “The Alchemist”. It is “There is no such thing as coincidence”. But at that point of time, my mind found it hard, too hard, to accept it.

I came back to the hall and sat in the couch. I tried to be out of this, but my mind didn’t. It started thinking about the incident that happened on the other day (the same day of last week, as I said earlier). Had she been in that place some five minutes earlier or had I been there some five minutes later, this day wouldn’t be like this. Not only this day, even the past seven days wouldn’t be like this.

As I was thinking about that disquieting incident, that fucking phone rang again for the eighth time. “You and I… in this beautiful world… green grass… blue skies…” I thought I shouldn’t have had this as my ring tone since it drastically induced my eagerness to talk to her further more.

It was an unknown number just like my past three calls. My hand was hardly moving towards it as it wasn’t agile anymore. But my heart activated my brain to move my hand towards it. Shit! My hand obeyed its boss’s order though it didn’t want to do so.

It was a girl’s voice, but certainly not hers. The girl on the other side, at her best, was giving instructions to activate HELLO TUNES. The anger that I was trying to control constantly rose up in proportion to the girl’s voice. Few seconds later, I started to shout at her as I forgot it was a recorded call. I was arrantly in a state of lunacy. I hardly spoke any good words, as almost every to-be-censored words came out without any speed breakers and hurdles. (Sometimes, as in this case, chatting among friends helps a lot.)

It took nearly a minute for me to realize what exactly had happened. I dropped the call. My hand was on the brink of doing the same mistake that I did few minutes earlier. Luckily, my mind worked in favour of me in a positive way and my hand had no other option than to obey its boss’s order.

I decided to switch off my mobile rather than to answer any unknown girl, and did the same. Meanwhile, the clock in the hall struck 5 times indicating the time as 5 P.M. My mind thought it’d be better to have a nap to come back to normal. It wasn’t a profound idea, I knew. But it wasn’t a daffy idea either. I went to my room with the dead mobile. I kept it on my table and fell on my bed. Wow! This time my entire body responded to its boss’s order – to sleep.

The knock at the door made me to wake up. It was none other than my mom asking me to come for dinner. Without opening the door, I replied her in a manner that a studying son would exactly do. Ah! My sweet mom, she never suspects me…

The clock in the hall struck few times which I couldn’t count exactly as I was still in a drowsy state. I saw the time in my table clock. It showed the time as 7 P.M. Well, I had a good nap for nearly 2 hours. As I was about to get up, human’s greatest invention glittered due to the reflection of light rays from the bulb.

This time before my brain’s order, my hand took it and switched it on. I was staring the phone for almost 2 minutes like a teenage guy who would stare a beautiful girl crossing him. It was my mom’s voice again which made me to move towards the door. As I was about to open the door, human’s greatest invention screamed again with its ring tone… I smirked and went back to check who it was, this time with no expectations. It was an unknown number again. I did cut the call immediately and turned towards the door. It was when I kept my fourth step my phone screamed again.

It, too, was an unknown number, but same as the previous one. I did the same as I did for the previous call. I was about to switch it off, but there was a call again that too from the same number. This time unlike the last calls, I attended the call and waited for few seconds to check for the customer care, but there was a dead silence at the other end.

I broke the silence and said, “Hello…”

           

“H…i…” the voice drawled at the other end.

I recognized the voice. I was besieged. Meanwhile it continued, “Hi… bunny… it’s me, Nisha. Sorry for whatever happened…”

           

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“Hi bunny…” The same voice… Yes, it’s Nisha’s, but not in the phone.

I turned back …

Ah... She is here. I can’t continue anymore about what happened yesterday after that. She will screw me. I am not ready to experience the same misery once more. The time now is quarter past four. She had come fifteen minutes earlier. I am waiting in this park for nearly 30 minutes by now. It seems I am over punctual today. What to do? Okay, I will continue on some other day. Sorry…

“Hi…”

“How long have u been waiting here?”

“It’s almost an hour by now dear… ”

“   ”

“Hey… this is for you…” I gave the card to her to show her how much I     missed her… I can see her eyes filled with tears… (Ah, this is working for me… great…)

                                               

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The game of chance

I hurried towards the bus stand as soon as I got down from the auto for I have already been late by 20 minutes or so. Thank god, I had reserved my tickets in a private travels. Had I reserved in a government bus, it would have reached the toll gate, some 15 kms away from the bus stand, by this time.

In a span of 5 minutes, I, somehow, managed to locate my bus. The driver had already started the bus. The engine sounded as if it was calling me for the past 20 minutes. I entered the bus and noticed all but me were already boarded and planted their butts comfortably in their allotted seats. Their glare felt like bullets as they were delayed because of me.

But who cares, that too, when one is not in a mood to care about others for he is already too late to care about himself. I went on to sit on my allotted seat. The man who sat next to me threw a gentle smile. In order to maintain the dignity, I responded to him without any interest and turned towards my right to look out through the window. I guess he would have figured out my intention of such response as he, from then, neither spoke a word to me nor cared to look at me.

It took almost half an hour travel for the bus to reach the toll gate. I opened my bag which I was holding tight with its base resting on my lap. The brown colour invitation smiled through my clothes to show its presence. I picked it up so that I could see the bride’s and bridegroom's name on it. It read Priya weds Ram. Before I could put it back and close the bag, a drop of my tears fell on it and made the name ‘Priya’ wet. I wiped it off with my left forefinger and closed the bag.

Suddenly the presence of the man next to me struck my mind, and I was quick enough to wipe my tears without his knowledge by turning towards the window. As soon as I did, my eyes rolled secretly towards him to make sure that he had not seen my tears. Thankfully he couldn't have seen it as he had already slept.

I leaned back on the seat and closed my eyes. My thoughts rolled back to the day when I saw her for the first time. The moment I thought of it, I smiled at myself. It was some three years ago.

***

I was a sports freak. I was in a state of doing or leaving anything for sports. I played Hockey, but would watch any sports on TV. It won't make any impact if I simply say I would watch any sports on TV for many will do the same. But still, I was different. I was mad about sports.

I was in my final year of my UG degree. I was the captain of our college Hockey team. We had won the Zonal level competition and were qualified for the Inter-Zonal which was to be held in K.K.R College of Engineering, Coimbatore. When we started for the tournament, from our college in Chennai, I had only one thought. I badly wanted to win that tournament. I was quite determined as it was supposed to be my last tournament in my eight-year Hockey life.

It was easy, if not, not so tough for us to reach the final. We deserved it. We played like hell. At the end of day three of the tournament, the semi-finals were over. We were damn eager to clash with last year’s winners in the final. Later in the evening, we decided to hang out just to relax and clear our mind. We were given permissions to board their college bus to move in and around the college. It was such a big campus, you see.

We walked to the bus and boarded it. We were enjoying like anything. In the next ten minutes, the bus was full except for a seat next to me. The conductor gave the signal for the driver to start. As the bus was about to start, the conductor signalled the driver to stop. In another few seconds, a girl, for the matter of fact, a cute girl boarded the bus. The bus started. She looked around the bus only to find the seat next to me. She walked towards me, sorry, towards my next seat. I was nervous. I didn't know why the heck I was nervous. But I was nervous, damn nervous. I turned my head towards the window thinking that it would help her to take the seat without caring to ask me.

"Excuse me," I heard her voice.

"Yeah" I said.

"May I take this seat, if you don’t mind?" She questioned as if my name was written on it.

"Why not?" I said without facing her and moved slightly away from the seat and turned towards the window again.

Her mobile rang and I could listen to her voice. "Five Minutes, I'm in the bus. Please wait there only," She said in the call, probably to her friend. But I sat as if I was a deaf. We reached the entrance gate in another five minutes. Many got down from the bus. She, my friends, and I were among the many. As soon as I got down, my eyes rolled around fast to look for her. I saw her moving towards a group of girls. I couldn't do anything, perhaps, other than to watch her from distance until the group got disappeared.

I was brought back to the earth by my friend's voice, "Hey, enough buddy.  She's gone. Come, we can do what we came here for," he said and started walking towards the hotel located just opposite to the college.

"Well, yeah, come on," I said and followed him.

As we were walking back to our room from the hotel, my friend came near me and asked as soft as he could, "Do you know who the girl is?"

"Girl?"

"Yep, the one who sat next to you, the one at whom you were staring continuously after you got down from the bus."

"Nope, how do I know?"

"She is from this college only. She is an athlete."

"How did you know?" I asked him excited.

"After our semi-final match I went to the ground where the athlete meet was being held. I saw her there. She won the 100m race."

"Oh, great."

"Hmmm.... enjoy"

“Come on, dude. What has that got to do with me?” I said and hurried towards the room. That night I couldn't sleep well. She was in my dreams although I had not seen her face clearly yet.

Our final match was scheduled at three in the evening. We prepared well for it. But somehow my mind was disturbed by her thoughts. Sadly, we lost the lost the match after leading 2-1 at the half time. The final score was 2-3 in favour of our opponent. I was very much disappointed, and so was my team. We sat, frustrated, under a tree near the ground. Silence surrounded us. All were in a depressed state.

The announcement in the mic made me excited. It was the announcement for the 100 m final race. As soon as I heard the announcement, I badly wanted to get there, not to see the race but to see her, to see her in the race.

I tried to escape from my team. "Listen guys, it's all in the game. Don't worry for the loss. We can win next year." I said to console them.

"......" No words from them though their face read like they had partially come out of it.

"I'm going to the room. You guys come soon too," I said and moved away from them without waiting for their response. I walked to the ground where the race was to be held.

I sat in the gallery near a group of boys and girls. They shouted in such a way to support one of the contenders. I saw her on lane seven. I prayed for her to win the race, more than I did for myself to win the final match. After few minutes, from the words of the group near me, I found that they were her classmates, and had bunked their class to watch the race. The race began. It was a tight one. Thankfully, she won.

"Thank God," I said to myself for the result. As soon as the race was over, the entire group ran towards her to congratulate her. I badly wanted to be one among them. But all I could do by then was to sit in the gallery all alone and gaze longingly.

"So, are u happy?" a voice behind startled me. I turned back. It was my friend.

"What?" I asked.

"I asked, are you happy?" He said in a low tone.

"How come man? We lost the final after all," I said.

"But she had won the race, no?" He asked.

"So?" I asked.

"So what?  You must be happy," he asked again.

I wanted to say to him, 'YES'. But I just said, "Shit man, I'm sad for our loss."

"Is it? I thought the other way," he said.

"Alright, come, let’s go," I said and pulled him towards the room. We walked past her. She was still surrounded by her group of friends. I tried hard to walk straight without looking at her, but I failed. My eyes glanced at her secretly, but not clearly. I was worried a bit for not seeing her clearly even in my second opportunity. I tried to deviate my mind by talking to my friend.

"Excuse me."

I turned back. It was her.

“Hi"

"Hi," I replied in a very low tone.

"Sorry, I didn't even say thanks to you last night for the seat. Thanks," she said.

"Why should you thank me? I didn’t sacrifice my seat. Furthermore, it’s your college bus." I said.

"Hmmm... Anyway, thanks.” She paused and continued, “Ok bye," and turned back.

"Just a minute," I said. She turned back again to face me.

"Congrats," I said with a smile.

"Thanks a lot," she smiled and walked back to her group. I felt like flying in the sky without wings. I was brought back to the earth, once again, by my friend.

"Great man, She came to you and said thanks, that too when she was busy with her friends." He was more excited than I was.

I stood still.

"Go and ask her name," he suggested. I too wanted to do it. But I didn't, as in, I couldn't. We started to Chennai on the same night. My thoughts in the journey were filled by her, only by her. She was in my mind for few more days. Even as days rolled by, I didn't forget her, but slowly I began to think less about her. Though I had chances of enquiring about her through my friends in that college, I didn't actually want to do so. I thought, if she was made for me, I'll see her again.

***

1 year, 4 Months and 2 days later:

My phone rang.

"Hello"

"Hi, Am I speaking to Rahul?"

"Yeah, Rahul speaking."

"Good Morning, Rahul. We are calling from the HR department. You have been mapped to the client, “Wolters Kluwer”. You have a project interview scheduled tomorrow in fourth floor at Chennai One office at 10:30 A.M. Do be present for the same," a lady voice from the other end said.

"Yeah, sure," I replied.

"All the details with respect to the project will be shared by the interviewer. Do you have any questions?"

"Nope," I said.

"Fine, thank you. Have a nice day." The call ended.

I was unable to believe it. I got the call on the very next day after my training got over when many of my friends, whose training got over a month ago, were still in bench. I thanked God. The next day went pretty smoothly. I got selected for the project. I was very happy not only because I got into a project soon, but also because I got into an excellent team. All my colleagues were good natured, helpful, and more importantly very friendly. It was so perfect for a fresher. No one would expect anything more than that. I was no different.

Almost a month was gone by. I enjoyed those days more than I had expected. A month long time was more than enough for me to prove my calibre. I got a very good name from my team lead as well as from all my team members.

It was on one fine day when I was entering into my cubicle, I did see three new faces in my team lead's cubicle. I couldn't see their face as all of them were facing my team lead and showing their back towards me.

I seldom cared to have a look at them as I was not aware, by then, that those three were moved from another project of our client to ours due to the additional requirements. After an hour, as I walked across my next cubicle, on my way to meet the team lead, one of my Colleagues, who was giving KT to them stopped me.

"He is Rahul," he said to the three, pointing me.

"Hi..." They said in a chorus.

"Hi" I replied.

"Rahul, He is Sam, she is Sindhu and she is Priya. They are moved to our project starting today. Of the three, Sam and Priya are freshers, your batch only." He gave a formal introduction.

"Oh, great. So I'll have some young people's company from today; I’m tired of you old people." I said jovially and moved.

Something struck me as I placed my third step. His words, "Rahul, He is Sam, She is Sindhu and she is Priya.......,” repeated in my mind. The words, "She is Priya.... She is Priya.... She is Priya..." played in me like a DVD that got stuck in the player. I stopped before placing my fourth step. I turned back to look at Priya, more clearly this time.

It was her. It was the same girl whom I had seen few months, a long few months, ago. I did find some changes in her, physically. But Still I could recognise her. She was cute still. I badly wanted to talk to her immediately, but I didn't, as in, I couldn't. I felt the same feeling that I felt on the other day when my friend asked me to get her name by then.

Though I knew it was her, I still felt the need to confirm that before asking her directly. I always stick to my motto - Hope for the best, but plan for the worst. So I thought of the worst case – the case where Priya wasn't the one I was looking for, for the past 16 months, since the day I saw her among her friends after saying thanks to me. If that was the case, I feared to face the embarrassing situation of asking my doubt to the one, whom I haven't known, whom I haven't talked to. Instead of meeting my team lead, which was my intention a few minutes ago, I turned towards the exit door. I dialled my friend, who was with me in my training, who was also from K.K.R College of Engineering, Coimbatore.

"Hi" I said quickly.

"Hi... How are you, man?" He asked.

"I'm doing good dude. How do u do? It's long since you called me."

"I'm fine. Sorry, I was busy with these project related stuffs. So, what’s up?" He asked in an excited tone.

"Nothing Special dude. Actually I called you for a help. Do you know someone named Priya from your college, an athlete?" I asked him straight without thinking of the consequence.

"Yep. If I remember correct, she is from I.T. department."

"Oh, ok. Thanks."

"Why are you asking for?" He asked, this time his voice was in a tone of anticipation.

"Nothing man. I'll call you later tonight," I said and ended the call.

I turned back. I can't put my feelings I felt by then in words. I felt like flying in the sky without wings. It was something I always felt when I was happy. I was brought back to the earth by the ringtone of my mobile. It was him, my friend whom I had called a few minutes back. I disconnected the call and texted him, "I'll call u 2night," and got a reply "k buddy. njoy :-)"

By the time I entered my cubicle, the KT session was over. As soon as I sat on my chair, I saw the three crossing my cubicle. I smiled at them. They were kind enough to return back the same. I wanted to talk to them, precisely to her. But I didn’t, as in, I couldn’t. Later in the evening, I saw her in the canteen. She saw me seeing her. She smiled at me. So did I. She came near me. For a moment I thought, she would have recognised me. But I was wrong. She came and enquired about the project. I, somehow, managed to build my courage and asked, “Are you from K.K.R College of Engineering?”

“Yep. How do you know?” She questioned back.

 I stood speechless. She repeated her question curiously. I wanted to tell her about everything, our meeting in her college over a year ago, the hope I’m having till date, the hope of meeting her again.

“The one who was giving KT to you told me,” I lied.

“Oh, that’s fine. See you tomorrow. It’s already late for me to catch the office bus.” She said with a smile in her face.

“Yeah, see you. Bye,” I said.

You can even bet your own head on any guy for him to be more curious to know about other guy’s interest over a girl. My friend was no different. As I reached my home, I saw 5 missed calls in my mobile from him. After finishing my dinner, I called him back.

“Hello...” I said.

“Hi... It took this much time for you to return my call, right?”

“Sorry, dude. I was a bit busy.”

“Yeah, I understand. Busy with her?”

“Busy with whom?”

“Priya.”

“Don’t think in a wrong way man. She joined our project today. I heard she was from your college. So I thought of asking you about her. That’s it,” I tried to conceal the real matter.

“Hey, come on man. She is of your kind. You can try for her.”

“Try what? I mean, what are you up to?” I said as if I didn’t get him.

“Remember? Once you told us that your wife should be a sportswoman, kind-hearted and so on. She fits in all of this. So you can very well go for her.” He explained.

What he said was correct. I had once, when we guys were discussing about how our life partner has to be, said my view. I had a wish, aim or whatever. It was to make my son a world class football or hockey player. So I wanted my partner to have interest in sports, preferably a sportswoman. The other qualities I looked for was, she must be kind-hearted, soft natured, etc. 

“Hey, don’t blabber. That has got nothing to do with this, especially with her.” I said.

“Listen, I’m serious. As far as my knowledge, she is soft, she has a good-character, and more importantly, she is a sports person. You can’t find anyone better than her.” He said seriously.

“Forget it. How is your project?” I tried to change the topic. We spoke nearly for half an hour, about his project, my project, and so on. Before we hung up the call, he said, “You must take good care of her. I heard that either her dad or mom was dead, a long time ago. I’m not sure who, but one of them is no more.”  This last line of his disturbed me.

I didn’t know what affected me, I was very much disturbed. But I was sure, by then, I had not fixed her in my heart. She was in the same position as I had kept her few months back. Though I didn’t pay any interest to know more about her in those time period, I never spent a day without thinking about her, without seeing her face in my mind. Initially, I thought it was just an infatuation.  It took some time for me to realize that it was not a mere infatuation and something more than that. Whenever I pass by my college ground, I imagined her running on the track. And Whenever I thought of her, I thought if she was made for me, then I‘ll see her again. With that hope, I lived by then.

On the next day, I reached office before 8 a.m. If you look into my history, I had never reached office before 9am, not only me, but all who came by bike. Only those who came by office bus reached before 8am. Everyone who were there was shocked to see me before 8am.  I was shocked for not seeing Priya over there. I was a bit disappointed, in fact a little more than a bit disappointed.

She came around half past eight. On seeing me, she smiled and greeted me. I did the same. After few minutes, she came to my place. I wanted to ask the reason for her delay. I didn’t. We chatted for another fifteen minutes. To be frank, she spoke, only she spoke. All I did was to listen, just listen.  One of my colleagues came to us,

“Did u miss the bus?” She asked Priya.

“Nope, I came in the bus only. I went straight to the canteen for breakfast. That’s first, and then comes work.” Priya said with a smile.

Two more months passed by. It was enough for us to become close. She shared a lot with me. I did a little with her. In the meantime, I always wanted to say to her about our previous meeting in her college. I didn’t, time and again. I wondered how come she didn’t recognize me. I was a bit disturbed because of that. But I consoled myself, mainly to protect myself from disappointment.

She was very good at her work. She was dedicated and perfect, but she, at times, made few silly mistakes, and so struggled to finish the day’s task on time. It happened quite a few times. It made her to think that something, by some means, happen negatively to her. At those times, she would ask help from me, but with hesitation. There were days when I stayed late for her, to give company for her till she leaves. There were days, when I stayed late for her, after sending her in the last bus.

All those I did, were not because I fell in love with her, but because I wanted to help my colleague. That’s it. I used the words – ‘I fell in love with her’ because I actually fell in love with her. Those two months gave me a clear picture about the thing I had for her, that it was not a mere infatuation, but more than that. That could be nothing but love, I realized.

As days went by, my love for her grew proportionately. It was not her beauty that made me to fall for her, but her character. The way she spoke, the way she mingled with all, and more importantly, the fact that she was a sportswoman. All those made me to think she was tailor-made for me. Many times, when she was speaking to me about some personal things, I wanted to propose to her. But I didn’t, as in, I couldn’t.

All I did was to develop my love for her, more and more. It was not only me; she too kindled it, of course, unknowingly. For whatever the problem she faced in the office, she called me, shared with me. I tried my level best to console her, to boost her, and succeeded for the most part. Whenever I helped her, be it a small issue or a big issue, or a very big issue, she thanked me. And whenever she did, I felt like an alien to her. I pleaded her not to say thanks anymore. Even then she didn’t stop, but however, reduced it slowly. I was glad for that.

All was going well until we heard the news about our movement to a new office. We were told that due to the lack of systems in our allocated space in the new office, we, few from our team, had to come in shifts. After some ten days, an official circular came to get the details of the persons and their shift timings. I was not aware of it, at all. I wondered why none had shared the information with me. As I was going for lunch with a few of my colleagues, one of them asked my shift. I was shocked. “What are you talking about?” I asked. He then asked me to check with my team lead. I went there immediately, and saw my name in the morning shift with the timing 6 a.m. to 4 p.m. I had never woken up before 6:30 a.m. after getting into this project. But I wasn’t worried for that. I saw that Priya’s name was not in my shift list. I wasn’t worried for that either. I saw her name in the evening shift with timing 4 p.m. to 11 p.m. I was worried. I saw Shankar’s name in the same shift. I was very much worried.

That guy, Shankar, was a nice guy basically. You just can’t hate him in the first place. He was such a nice person. But he became a villain to me by the way he behaved with Priya. He needfully spoke to her even when there wasn’t any need for that. I didn’t know still whether he did it intentionally or not. But I couldn’t bear it by then. Had he spoken to her casually like most of us did, he wouldn’t have become a villain to me so easily. But he needlessly called her, talked to her. Whenever I went to his place, I saw the chat window opened in his system and the person in the chat will be none other than her.

On seeing his name on Priya’s shift, I doubted him. I tried to find how this had happened for I knew, or I almost knew, Priya wouldn’t have asked for the evening shift.

“Could you please add me to the evening shift?” I asked my lead.

“Why Rahul?” He asked.

“It’s difficult for me to wake up early to come to office by 6:30 a.m.” I said.

“But the names had already been entered and finalized for all the shifts. As per the estimate, only seven are allowed in the evening shift. I think, seven are already added there,” he said and counted the names.

“Yeah, but could you try for one more, please?” I requested him.

“No, Rahul. Unfortunately, I can’t. You can ask any of these seven and if any of them is willing to switch with you, I have no objections. Or you can come in the general shift. That’s the maximum I can do for you,” he said in a caring tone.

I looked into the names. Of the seven, only Shankar was around. He was at his desk. I asked him to swap our shifts. I knew what he would say, yet I asked him for a formality. I got the expected reply. Then I said, “Never mind, I’ll ask Priya.”

“She won’t swap either. She herself asked for the evening shift,” Shankar said.

 I couldn’t control my anger. Not because of his reply, but because of Priya. She was damn aware of that shift related stuffs, but she didn’t even care to discuss about that with me. I would rather say I was disappointed and not angry as such. I didn’t speak a word after that. I stood there for few more minutes and then turned towards the door. My team lead called me back. He said, “Well, Rahul, I‘ll somehow try to add you to the evening shift. Don’t worry about it.” I was not in the mood to be happy. But for my lead and his concern, I smiled and thanked him.

The second half of the day was a pain for me. I had this urge to ask Priya about the shift plan immediately, but I felt that it would be better to ask her later. That night, I called her reluctantly.

“Hello”

“Hi... What’s up?” she asked in a happy mood.

“Nothing much. I just want to ask you one thing,” my words struggled.

“Why are you hesitating? Ask me, no?” She said as if she had figured out my reluctance.

“Are you aware of the shift related stuffs?”

“Yeah, Shankar called me to discuss about that.”

“Fuck you man,” I said to myself.

“Why? What’s up? Which shift are you in?”

“Why do you care?”

“What do you mean?”

“I was disappointed today. I was not aware of this stuff. No one informed me, not even you.” I paused.

“Hey, I thought you were aware of it.”

“Nope, I came to know about it after everything was finalized. I was in the morning shift. Then somehow I got it changed to the evening shift.”

“I’m sorry. I should have discussed about it with you.”

“Why should you? I mean, it’s not your mistake. The mistake is mine for expecting it from you.”

“I’m really sorry. I always discuss with you about several matters. I should have done the same in this too. Sorry.”

“That’s alright. Btw, why did you ask for evening shift specifically?”

“I didn’t ask for it. Shankar called me and asked, is it ok for you to come in the evening shift? I said I’m fine with any shift.”

“I suspected that,” I said.

“What did you suspect?”

“Nothing, forget it. Are you really fine with it?”

“Yeah, you are all in the evening shift, right? So it’s not a problem at all.”

“Ok, fine”

“What did you suspect? Say to me. Be frank.”

“Nothing. Just said it. Bye. Good night,” I disconnected the call without waiting for her response.

You are all in the evening shift, right? So it’s not a problem at all. I felt happy on hearing these words as I was included in – you are all, but I was equally tensed as Shankar was also a part of it.

After few minutes, I got a message from her. It read, “Hey, will u say wat happened r not? This is d last time am asking.”

“Nothing. I‘ll say it later,” I replied.

“K no prob but don expect me to say anything. Really I won’t say anything. Bye...” She replied back.

“Ha... ha... ha... I know you. You can’t be like that,” I messaged her. I waited for her reply. I waited for ten more minutes. I waited for another half an hour. I checked my mobile again after an hour, but no reply from her.

For the next few weeks, she kept on asking me about the matter. But how could I say to her that I was tensed and disappointed because of Shankar. Her next obvious question will be “why?” How could I say it was because I love her?

Several days rolled by, as a result, a couple of months too rolled by. It was exactly a week before her birthday that I decided to propose to her, but not directly as I was sort of afraid of the consequences. So I wanted to show case my love in an indirect way that would still depict my love for her. I wanted to gift her something that was as simple as possible, but at the same time, as big as possible to convey my feelings.

After a long, deep thought, I finally decided on one thing. I went to all big shops in two days after my office hours only to end up disappointed. I roamed in and out of Chennai, went to some 7 or 8 leading shops, but it was nowhere. I was more disappointed than the time when I lost my final hockey match.  But for time being, I bought a book titled – ‘TRUST ME’.

It was her birthday. I badly waited for a good opportunity to give her the book. Sadly, I didn’t get any. “Opportunity doesn’t come by its way. It’s we, who should create it,” they say. I failed to create one. So, in the end, all I could do was to drop the book furtively in her bag.

I reached home, but my mind was not concentrating on anything. I accused myself for missing the chances galore that came my way. I always wanted to propose to her whenever I had a chance, but a kind of fear kept me procrastinate it forever. I went to the terrace, sat there for an hour or so. I didn’t want it to continue anymore. I decided not to drag my feet on this any further.  I came down for my mobile to message her.

To my surprise, I had already got a message from her. It read, “Did you keep the book in my bag?”

“Yeah” I replied. I got a reply from her after ten minutes.

“Why didn’t you give it to me directly?”

“You were not there when I stopped by to give it to you in person. So I dropped it in your bag.” I lied.

“Actually it wasn’t the one I intended for. I couldn’t find the one that I wanted to gift you, anywhere. For time being, I bought it.” I messaged her again.

“It’s okay. Now, will you tell me the reason why you were disappointed the other day?” She was smart enough to use the chance.

“When?” I tried to be smarter.

“The day when the shift details were discussed.”

“I said I’ll tell you later,” I replied. I waited. I waited for ten more minutes. Still there was no reply from her.

I too wanted to end it. I had this feeling of why should I message her when she doesn’t want to reply back. But how would I? I badly wanted not to miss the chance. I thought it was specially created for me. I messaged her, “u ther?”

“yeah” She replied immediately. This is the thing about girls. If you are not on their way, they seldom consider you, but once you just pretend to be on their way, they respond to you anytime, from anywhere.

“If u assure me that u won’t say it to others, I’ll tell u one thing.” I messaged her.

“Sure, u can very well trust me.”

“I’m in love with u,” I replied. There it was, I texted her blatantly.

I didn’t get any reply from her for another five minutes. I was restless. It’s easy to blurt something out that you end up regretting later. I regretted. My mobile beeped after 5 minutes.

“Hey, I consider u as my friend, my close friend. So I share many things with u. u are such a nice person. u have many good characters and caring as well. Sorry, if I tempted u in anyway,” she replied.

I wasn’t disappointed. In fact I was happy for two reasons; one, she at least replied rather than ending the conversation and two, she didn’t say that she didn’t like me in the first place. 

“Why r u saying sorry? U hav nothing to do with it. I said what I felt. I dreamt of a few characters that my partner should have. U fit in everything. That’s it.”

“I’m not that good. May be the way I spoke to u had tempted u. U’ll get a very nice girl and that girl is not me. Also, my family situation is not good. I’m not interested to this kind of things. Sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry, please. In fact, I have to say sorry. Sorry for disturbing you like this,” I replied.

“No prob. U said what u felt, I made it clear what I felt. Sorry.”

“Okay. We have a long way still. Anything can happen in the future. Let’s see,” I texted back.

“Don’t think like that. I may be childish in some stuff, but I’m mature as far as this is concerned. I won’t change.” She replied.

“Change is the only thing that won’t change. Let’s see. Good night,” I replied with the intention of ending the conversation.

She would have understood my intention. For the next two days, I had no message or call from her. After the weekend off, I went to office on Monday. She was not there by then. I was excited to face her for the first time after proposing to her. She came after twenty minutes, and just threw a smile at me. That wasn’t real. I felt it. I didn’t expect that from her, to be honest. I tried to keep myself away from her. I guess, she too would have thought the same for she never came to my desk the whole day. She didn’t even say bye to me when she left.

I hoped everything would be normal in a couple of days. But it was not so. For the next few days, she talked to me related to office stuff, only office related stuff, that too, very rarely. In order to maintain the cordiality, I too didn’t care to talk to her hoping for her to come to me and talk whenever she was ready. On Friday, I heard from one of my colleague that she had got an appreciation mail from the onsite lead. She didn’t say it to me herself. I was worried for the first time in the whole week. I figured something was wrong, but still, I had confidence in her. I waited till the end of the day, only to get disappointed.

As soon as I reached home, I messaged her. “Why are you not talking to me? I’m not that bad. It’s odd. Message me when u r free. I’ll call you.”

“I’m sorry for not talking to you. You are not bad. I’m sorry. I just wanted not to tempt you anymore.” She replied.

I called her.

“Hey. It’s not fair. The way you behaved this whole week, I’m worried.” I started after struggling initially.

“I’m sorry for my behaviour. I just wanted not to tempt you anymore”

“Look, please don’t use that word tempt again. It’s not you who tempted me. I’m not a kid to get changed by temptation. I said what I felt. I didn’t simply fall in love with you on seeing you or because I admired the way you talk. There’s something more, something beyond all these trivial stuffs.”

“I’m sorry. Actually I thought of messaging you tonight.”

“You thought, after a week? Don’t say it for the sake of it.”

“No, I swear. I really did.”

“I‘m in love with you for the past few months. Had I ever behaved to you with such intentions? Initially I thought it will be normal, but today when I heard about the mail u got, I was worried. You didn’t even care to say it to me, right?”

“Hey, actually as soon as I saw the mail, I wanted to show to you first. But you know I controlled myself. I knew it won’t continue longer, but then...” She didn’t complete her sentence.

“Thank god, at least you thought of me. But how come you were there without saying it to me. I guess I didn’t do anything that bad.”

“No, but you said anything can happen in future. That was the reason why I wanted to be away from you.”

“I just said that. There is no hidden reason behind it. I said that because I had, and I still have, the hope. Also, you never said that you didn’t like me. So I was confident. And, I thought if u didn’t have any problem, I would talk to your dad and brother and try to convince them. That’s the reason I said anything can happen in future.”

“It’s not only the family. I, myself, don’t have any interest in these stuffs. Also, I always thought you as a good friend of mine. Nothing beyond that”

“Whatever. I just wanted to clarify. I hope you’ll be normal from Monday. Else, it’s up to you.”

“I had taken off the whole next week. I’m going home”

“So, you didn’t even inform me about this either.”

She laughed. She didn’t understand the pain I had when I said those lines to her.

“Ok, bye. Take care. Enjoy at home,” I said.

“I’m sorry, again. Even if you haven’t messaged me today, I would have done it myself. I know I can’t be like this for many days.”

“Thanks. Bye. Good night,” I said and dropped the call.

Next week was like hell. I badly missed her. I tried to be normal on the first day, and partially succeeded. I tried it for the second day, but I couldn’t. I feared of myself, I couldn’t miss her for just two days, and then how come will I miss her for the rest of my life. I thought deeply and took one of the toughest decisions I had ever made in my entire life.

As soon as I reached the office on Wednesday, I asked my lead for my release from the project. My lead was flabbergasted. He was afraid of losing a dedicated, committed, and whatnot resource. He rejected my request in the first place without any second thoughts. I called him later in the evening and spoke to him for nearly an hour. Thanks to the lies I told him, finally, he nodded. That week was decided to be my last in the project.

The news spread across my entire team, and all, either individually or in a group came to me and asked for the real reason. I lied to them, the same lie to all. So, no one figured out the real reason. I got an unforgettable farewell on Friday evening. I thanked and bid adieu to all. For the last time, before leaving, I looked at her desk. My eyes became watery. I left as soon as possible to avoid an unnecessary scene.

***

Three days later, on Monday evening:

My mobile rang. It was her. I didn’t want to answer the call, but I did. How will I miss a call from my girl, no?

“Hi. How was your stay at home?” I started.

“Why did you get release from the project?” Her words struggled to come from her mouth. I sensed it.

“Just did. You‘ll be happy, right?” I said sarcastically.

“Are you a fool? I didn’t expect this from you. Why did you do this?”

“Hey, come on. All is well.”

“....” She remained silent.

“Listen, I missed you badly last week. I couldn’t concentrate on my work. I was disturbed. I tried to change myself, but I couldn’t. I feared I would speak about my love to you again. As a result, you‘ll avoid me. I can’t bear that. It’s better to be away than to be near and be away still.”

“When I heard the news in the morning, I was shocked like I never had in my whole life. It’s because of me only, right?”

“No, not at all. Please don’t take it that way. As I had said earlier, it was neither your mistake nor mine. It just happened. But let’s hope that everything is for good. And one more thing, no one is aware of what happened between us. I said some other reason and got released. I want you to maintain the same.”

“What did you say?”

“I said I’m looking for a transfer to Bangalore and that now I have an opportunity there through my friend. If I am released immediately, I would easily get it. It wasn’t easy, as you know. I had to add some spices to it. Everyone believed it,” I said and continued, “Don’t you ever say about our matter to any of our colleagues, sorry, to your colleagues.”

“So, are you going to Bangalore?”

“Nope. It was just a lie. Anyway, I‘ll try to make it a truth. Otherwise, I’ll still be here in Chennai, somewhere in some project.”

“...”

“Hey, one final request, don’t you ever feel guilty. I repeat, you have nothing to do with this. Only I’m to be blamed. And finally, I still love you and will do forever. I swear. If, by any chance, you feel that I’ll take a good care of you, just let me know. I’ll talk to your dad and brother. Until then, I’ll always be available for you as a friend, a true friend. You can share anything with me as you did before.”

“Ok,” She struggled to speak.

“Bye. Take care. I’ll miss you.” I said.

“So will I,” she said and disconnected the call.

***

Almost a year later:

My mobile rang. It was her.

I was still in Chennai, but at the other office. I tried to change my lie to a truth, but sadly I couldn’t as I didn’t have any such friend like I said to my old project mates. My new project was also good, but I didn’t find the colleagues as close as, as friendly as, the ones in my previous one. I got used to that eventually. The only thing I missed was her. I didn’t see her after her birthday. I never even talked to her again. We messaged quite a few times, to let her know about my new project and new office, and of that sort. She once messaged me when she was depressed because of a mistake she did in her work. It was really hard for me that day not to call her. I can’t put it in words what I went through.

I answered the call.

“Hi, how are you?” she started.

“Hi, I’m fine. How have you been?” I asked.

“I’m fine, too. Are you in office?”

“Yeah”

“I want to meet you. I’ll come there by five in the evening and give you a call,” she said.

“What’s the matter?”

“I will tell you when we meet.”

“That’s fine,” I said and disconnected the call. I wondered what the matter was. Of course, the thought that she would come to say that she was ok with my proposal was first and the only one that struck my mind. I felt happy. I felt like flying in the sky without the wings, you know.

My mobile rang. It was her.

I saw the time. It was 4:45 p.m.

“Hi” she started again.

“Hi, are you here already?”

“Can you come to the canteen now? I’m waiting here.”

“Sure. I’ll be there in five minutes,” I said calmly hiding my excitement. I flied to the canteen. I saw her sitting alone in the third table. My eyes became wet. I wiped it off without the knowledge of others.

“Hi,” I waved at her. She was nervous.

“Hi,” she smiled, or I’d say, tried to smile.

“Coffee or juice?”  I asked

“No need.” She replied.

“Why? Are you in diet or what? Wait, I’ll get a juice for you,” I said and walked to the Juice shop. I came back with two glasses of Apple milk shake. It was her favourite.

“What’s up? I didn’t expect this meet,” I asked gulping a sip of the juice.

She opened her bag and took out a plastic cover. I was tensed. She looked more tensed. She took out an invitation and handed it over to me. It took me a few seconds to figure out what exactly was happening. She brought me back to the earth. The then flying Rahul fell on the ground. I wanted to be bold and accept the happening. For the first time, I did though I couldn’t actually.

“Priya weds Ram. Wow! Congrats,” I said opening the invitation. She sat still. I saw the details of Ram. He was a chemical engineer. He was working in RITES Ltd.

“Nice proposal,” I said. She sat still. I badly wanted to leave the place as quick as possible as I couldn’t handle the situation anymore. How long will I act like I was not affected by, you see, an unexpected storm that hit me?

“Okay, fine. I have to leave. I have some work to do.” I said and got up from the chair.

“Please, do come for the marriage. I’ll be happy to see you there.” She said.

“Oh, sure. I will,” I said still standing.

“And sorry, I didn’t want do anything against my family. You are my best friend and will always be.” She said.

“All I wanted was a chance, an approval from you to talk to your family. I would have been happy had I got one. I’m sure I would have convinced them somehow. Whatever, it’s too late to talk about it now. I was your friend. I’m still your friend. And I will always be, no matter what. But at the same time, I loved you, I still do, and trust me, I will do forever. Bye. See you on your wedding day. Take care.” I said hiding my tears and walked away from her without looking at her again.

***

Her Wedding day:

I got down from the auto that I hired from the bus stand. I saw the name of the marriage hall and confirmed that with the invitation I was holding in my hand. I saw the hoarding placed at the entrance. It read Priya weds Ram. I stood there for a few minutes holding the invitation in my hand still. I wanted to go in, see her, and wish her for her bright future. But I didn’t, as in, I couldn’t.

I hired an auto back to bus stand. I opened my wallet and took out a bit of paper from it. I read the lines that I wrote on the day after my call with her in which she had asked about my release from the project. I read them again, and again, and again, till I reached the bus stand. I kept that paper safe in my wallet. I got down from the auto, paid him, and walked in.

As I walked, the lines played in my mind again and again, “She rejected my proposal. Still I live, not because I have a hope that she will come back to me at some point of time, but because I'm filled with her memories, indelible memories.”

***