The mad rush
Tears rolled down the cheeks at the very thought of it. The girl was returning to Calcutta to attend to her studies. She was dropped at the station by her caring parents. The parents came back peacefully, unaware of the chaos the night had in store for them. In an hour’s time, the father got a call that due to some accident at the nearby station, the train was not getting signal. Few passengers had got down to hunt for possibilities of returning. There was speculation if and when the train would move. She asked her father to take her back. Within half an hour, the phone was dialed a dozen times and relatives were asked for advice. An uncle got news from the station that the train would not cancel its route, but it would detour through Bihar. The father was still worried and thought against all reasons to bring her back. The train moved after half an hour. There was no peace before and after. In the next fifteen minutes, there was another call. The T.T. had told the girl that it would be unsafe for her to travel alone through Bihar. Coming from a well-to-do background Siliguri background, he must have sounded genuine and trustworthy. She wanted to know whether she should travel or get down at the station. There was news that the train would reach at ten in the evening the next day so many of the passengers were interested in getting down at the next station and to travel back to Siliguri. The relatives were consulted again and many of them told that there was no danger in travelling through that route. Even then, it took one gross messages and calls to finally communicate to the girl to keep travelling. At one point, a relative in Bihar was asked if he could take her home. It was not possible for him at the stipulated time. The girl’s friend came in with some sound help. Her relatives lived in Bihar and could do her the favor. Again, the idea was not appreciated because by that time the girl got the news that the train would reach Bihar by four p.m. The six hour difference seemed to give her courage to travel. The parents, however, were unable to sleep. They were dwelling on their faults, making bold resolutions, philosophizing on the relatives and TTs and people in general. Peace was on way as the night dwelled deeper and the tired bodies needed rest.
How unfair is this??
Two days back exams were over,
One month hence exams start all over,
Books, more than one, we can’t borrow from the library
Crave, as we may, we can’t go to the primary.
When right to speech Constitution gives
Why punish when one speaks?
Love is a sacred passion, parents say,
From talking to girls why keep us away?
After slogging out in exams,
Why to interfere with our plans?
Projects, a burden, they put on us,
How do we keep up in Google plus?
--Scribbler
A friend in need is a friend indeed,
For all the news we depend on our friends to feed
Friends are precious, that’s all we say
But sweet memories beyond it lay
Ghar me bore hue, n we dial their number
Subah subah, they wake us from deep slumber.
Unke bina khoye khoye se rehte hum
Unke saath muskara dete hai even in gam,
Paas ho toh jhagadte hai,
Door ho toh miss karte hai,
Akhir samajhte bhi toh wahi hai
Aur shayad isliye tang karte wahi hai.
Yaado me ho ya hakikat me
Rehte humesha dil ke karib hai
Dua hai ki dosti humari yuhi chalti rahe
Aur time jaise kat ti rahe dosti aur gahri hoti rahe…
A faceoff with god
This evening was filled with fear, anxiety, happiness and shock. I never thought I would start believing in spirits before this evening. i was in d middle f a game when I was informed that Nanaji’s spirit had come. I was delighted on hearing the news and ran to the house. I recalled the time when Nanaji had come earlier. I thought myself lucky for just few hours before I had wished so. Madhu di was standing at the verandah ushering me to come apace. When I reached there, I was asked to wait outside. I peeped in and saw Kaalu bhaiya. He was on his knees n swaying weirdly. in a while people started pouring in. I couldn’t help myself peering in now and then. Kaalu and Miki bhaiya were now kneeling in honour of someone. I wished I knew! I heard loud shouts in a familiar voice. It had to be Nanaji’s voice and I guessed it was Sunita mami who put those words. It was a fearsome voice - very unsettling indeed. Divine or devil, I didn’t want to be near it. It seemed the sooner he departed, the better it would be for all. My mom was crying while some others were refusing to give up their stand. It was a harsh cacophony for not only my Nanaji but also others were screaming. The conversation only grew more tensed. At one point I even went out to seek peace. I tried doing Omkaar, was desperately trying my best friend’s number. I was praying frantically hoping that all would be fine. I played a couple of songs and it helped me relax a bit. What a pleasure it was to see the young ones then. Aloof from all this, they were playing spontaneously. I spent some time with them when I was called in. most of the family members had left. There was mama mummy madhu di and cousin naniji . I saw with my own eyes that Sunita mami was no more herself. Her body was juxtaposed. To my delight, the malice and wrath had disappeared. It was replaced with the calm after a storm. Everyone was hastily taking his blessings. Had he said I would become a great engineer or whether I should do my plus two in sila or at kota! He didn’t. still he assured that mom would need not worry any hugged and caressed my mom fondly assuring her well being. I found it disgusting – a mere put-on. He seemed capable of it. Why had this understanding not dawned upon them earlier? If Nanaji had seen my mom’s pain, . Why hadn’t he shown some miracles? In answer to this, Nanaji said that time doesn’t run according to us. We have to go in accordance with it. I was surprised to know this. While we were still taking his blessings, there was a change in his voice. It was not nanaji who spoke but naniji. Its strange and difficult to explain. Even naniji was very happy that everything was sorted out. She was vey warm in her gestures. After she left, Sunita mami became normal. She had become tired. Naturally it must have taken enormous energy to bear a spirit within. I was told to leave while mamiji was given glucose.
No one talked anything about it dat night. I went to drop mama and mami with bhaiya. While returning I asked him about it. He didn’t give away any details. I asked my di but she was not there during that time. I didn’t get my answers about the decisions taken. ‘l have a talk with my mom when I get back.
