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Sunday, May 26, 2013

From How we met to How we Lost.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda .



"Thanking blogAdda for giving me the opportunity to write about someone who was more than a friend. Linking you gives me the link to every good friend I have in my life today."

The winters of 1999 will always remain deep etched in the chapters of my life. I joined the new KV Bangalore Jalahalli East in the middle of the academic year. The first day in the class and i felt isolated and secluded. Somehow attended the eight periods before the bell rang for the " Go home" signal. He approached me and inquired where i stayed. Fortunately we happened to stay in the same locality. So he asked me to join him for way back home. He had a short cut for everything. Even for his long name Venkatesh as Venky. I joined him instantly. The short cut passed through a forest area that was very dense and serene in itself. We enjoyed the half n hour walk talking about school and each other. In coming days I would spend the worst day of my life in this forest.Everyday we walked back home taking this rare shortcut and started bridging our friendship stronger and stronger. A couple of months passed and i realized that we have really grown close as friends. He gifted me all my best and valuable friends in life from Akhi, Amit to Jeba. I know all of them because i know you Venkat
                                  
   Year 2001:
Close to 2 yrs of friendship, we shared all the good and bad we had in our lives. We discussed our lady crush to complex physics equations.We talked about teachers and about our families. He was a jewel of a person always ready to help at the slightest excuse. He loved to wear kitto sandals and chappals. Often he used to tell me that he would wear sandals even on the day of his marriage. The only shoes i ever saw him wearing was our school uniform black shoes. An emotional lover and a very caring human. Hard working and dedicated. But despite all his efforts, he struggled to get good marks. Venkat s elder brother was studying in NIFT Bangalore. He had great expectations from Venky s 12 th standard results. 

May 2001:
Close to Mar 2001 we finished our board exams and started dreaming of all the hot colleges for Engineering in Bangalore. 
On the morning of 31 st May a friend of mine informed me that results are available on internet. I saw my result and happily went to Venkat s house to know his. Aunty said that he left home early morning and returned very sad. She said ," He changed the new shirt he was wearing and wore an old shirt he doesnt wear any more. Also he dropped the only Ten rupees note he had in his pocket  and again left silently."
I asked him to have breakfast but he did not talk a word. He just called me " Amma"  and left home looking at me.
Hearing this i was sure his family was not knowing that he left early morning to see the results. So i did not tell them about my results too and left the place to search for him. Deep inside i knew there was something wrong with his results. In those days most of us did not have the basic landline phone even. So i went to nearby friends but could not get any news about Venkat. It was only in the evening when Venky s elder brother came to my place i understood the dark side of the story. Venkat saw his result and failed in two subjects. He saw the results with one of our classmate. Since then nobody knew about his whereabouts.  We thought he had left for his native place as it would be  difficult to face everybody in the family. It would be really tough for him to break the dreams his family had for him. 

Next day also passed away awaiting for his news from relatives. But by the evening worries among us and his family crossed all levels of patience. I was almost mad and his elder brother too. I joined his brother on the Kinetic Honda scooter and searched the city from railway tracks to bus stops,from bridges to foot path. It was the same Kinetic Honda on which we both had numerous rides in the evening. But the time was different now. I knew what his brother was searching on the railway tracks and on those bridges. But both of us were numb. We didn't talk and only our eyes were did the job of searching and searching. But no result. At last we went to the forest area that we used to take while returning home from school. I was literally crying in the forest searching for him. Shouting his name with his brother. Venkat ! Venkat ! the name echoed everywhere in the forest. The boy who showed me the forest was not answering my shouts. I started remembering the first time i entered the forest with Venkat. He knew it more than the woods. He knew it since he was a child. He loved the forest and the forest loved him back. I heard from my friends that sometimes Venkat took forest  route even late nights to reach home. He never feared. He had a faith on this forest. 

It was the third day morning when i went to Venkat s place. But that day, nobody wanted to search him. He had searched himself. He was coming home after medical and legal formalities. The house was packed with friends and distant relatives. Weeping, crying,mourning. The body was found floating on a local lake of the area. Postmortem report indicated it was three days old. That  was the day our results came out. That was the day a mother lost her most beloved son, that was the day a brother lost a younger brother. That was the day i lost my most precious friend. That was the day the jungle lost its oldest charmer. The last i saw of him, was when he was being submitted to earth. I felt he was also sitting next to me and seeing all this happening around. But time has crossed the time and nothing could be corrected now. His results wouldn't have caused the damage that he caused by damaging himself. 


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Monday, May 20, 2013

Money, Sex, Dhoka - IPL


Every morning I switch on my TV to see News but all am given is S TV (  Sreesanth TV). Sreesanth bowling in slow motion action replay with a red circle on his waist highlighting the tool of spot fixing aka towel. The towel company losing million dollar business for not branding it broadly to  make the brand name legible on camera. Poor guys never knew Sreesanth would endorse it free of cost at the cost of marring his own cricketing career. 

                                 Female models doing compromising deals and also doing compromising positions, bookies using nick names, Dawood  of D Company once again making headlines without much evidence and phone taps. Delhi Police doing a perfect commendable case cracking .TRP s for IPL 6 shooting ever high with common man watching the news of IPL all day and joining back his TV set for IPL matches in the evening. Prime ministers of both sides trying their best to sing Indian chini bhai bhai and talking on issues that are much more serious than all this IPL blah -blah. But channel and newspaper editors shouting at dedicated serious journalist to kick back all the news and make tandoori out of IPL controversies.

Editors-  Arre baba IPL..IPL ka stories do paablic ko, yeh faltu caantry news nahi chahiye. Saab Channel wahi dikha raha hai baba ! 

Journalist - Sir abhi koi naya video clip nahi mila. Sab purana ho gaya hai. 


Editor    -  To baba animated news banao. Outside its too hot yahaan AC mein bait ker animated news banao. Tweets check kaaro dialogues bhi mil jayega. Bus IPL IPL news banao. Sreesanth ko  video mein dikhao, animated models ke saath dikhao bus IPL news banao, bus IPL news banao. Police investigation se aagey jao apna khud ka story banao, bada bada headlines banao.. arre baba IPL news banao.kuch nahi mila to Towel manufacture company ko contact karo, uske MD ka interview news channel pe dikhao, towel ka bhi poora story dikhao arre baba bus IPL news dikhao.
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Whom to blame, the game or the fame ?
Vidya Balan shouting at the peak of her voice about Hit success funda of Showbizz industry in Dirty Pictures " ENTERTAINMENT, ENTERTAINMENT AND ENTERTAINMENT. IPL and associated business groups religiously following her words ENTERTAINMENT-3.

So watch all this stuff on your TV, read it in newspaper and gossip it in office until you derive Entertainment out of it; until you find 3 Es of Vidya Balan. And after that you have much important business to mind. 
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Wednesday, May 1, 2013

I love you for infinite reasons...






I am for you and you are for me, we knew this right from the first day of our formal interaction. At this crucial stage of life I am 6000 miles away from you but its my call and i don't have a choice. Sorry for i m not with you. Even more sorry for the reason that your people and my people are not there with you. It was supposed to be like this but we have the art of survival and that too a happy one so we will sail until we reach the destiny of togetherness. Its just a testing time and we ll have some more to sail through. One day on the horizon we ll see a sun as bright as our hopes and a moon as calm as our patience. That day the day will be more bright and the night little more cool. I have a faith, a faith that is unconditional, just like our love. 

                                        ---- Dedicated to my sweet wife surviving in the summer of India.
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