Friday, 23 May 2014

I too had a love story: Ravinder Singh.

As i caught the interest of reading this particular book after being mentioned in Sir.PSN's blog, i finally got to flip pages of the debut novel written by Ravinder Singh.
The languages are simply simple and fun going through without having to hammer our head to understand certain parts. Everything is clear and free flowing.

As i reached the mid pages of the novel, the hormones of excitement and happiness starting jumping to its peak. But few questions started popping inside my mind.

Can Broadband really connect peoples heart to that extend??
Can the connection through network and websites bring soul mate together to such extend that they fall in love without having to see it in real?
Is voices enough to get attracted? What if the voice and the looks that we expected comes out to be completely different?
Are pictures that we see online, which might be edited,cropped, photo-shopped enough to say that the person is exactly like the one we wanted.
Can someones love life be just so perfect? Does soul mates really meet through coincidences and finally become one?
Can families be as supportive as it is described?

Ravin and Khushi is a soul mate who meets through Well, for all the questions that rose inside me, the answers are perfectly positive for this two love birds. Ravin's first love carries him dangling through the rope of euphoric and cloud nine paradise of romantic happiness. He enjoys every bit of his first talk with a girl for long hours, first time feeling of "missing you so much", first time saying "love you shonimoni" , first adrenalin "fight or fly" feeling of meeting a girl for the first time and seeping up the air of romance flowing all around him.

Ravin and Khushi apart, there are lots now in our generation where i guess people meet through online chats and network calls. At the beginning, the taste of love is really sweet just like for Ravin and Khushi but the sweetness subsides slowing or instantly when  finally deciding to meet for the first time, mostly due to disappointment of not being to the level of expectation. For most, it isn't as easy flowing as Ravin and Khushi.

That be the first part. On the second part, the perfectly perfect love birds also faces the cruel treachery of life. The perfectly positive answers that Ravin and Khushi gave for my questions was short lived. Just like most love stories, the ending started turning into tragedy. I somehow knew the girl in the story was going to encounter a cruel fate after reading the summary to the back of the book. I thought of "leukemia or lung cancer" . In any tragedy love stories, this two disease always struck my mind first. But Khushi meets a car accident instead. Marriage was around the corner and their engagement was just at their doorstep about to knock that instead the bride itself gets knocked off. The big curtain of happiness falls down and the world for both falls down completely. Among st many cab, why is it have to be the only cab in which Khushi was present? Why is it that severe damage has to struck exactly on the side where she was sitting?

Why is it so? is it so that the lovers are meant to be met only to be separated? Even Romeo and Juliet couldn't live together, surely they died together though. Has god planned it that way to remind us of impermanence? or is it so that only sad ending love stories cover the front page of every novel, movies and reached to the ears to people and happy ones are left untold.
LOVE came uninvited to Ravin and with Khushi's tragedy,  DEATH also didn't send him greetings before arriving. As i heard somewhere, both love and death comes uninvited.

Ravinder Singh pour out his love and tears for Khushi into the printed letters. An inspiring love story, yet disappointing end. The story would have been entirely a different taste if it wasn't for that truck or if Khushi hasn't chosen to be seated to the impact side. The science of network and website brought two hearts together but the advanced science technology of ventilator dependent lungs and stored blood couldn't keep them longer together. But surely did the thought of turning his love story into a book must have given a ray of hope. Though far away, Khushi will live with his book all along his generation and even after his death. Like every love story, his love story will also be cherished into the museum of love euphoric environment and Khushi will live with us, all of us, FOREVER.

Tuesday, 6 May 2014

Journey back all over again


Having Peldon's last exam postponed, we were back to our own college, back to my hostel, back to the room. Early morning, i was back on my own couch. Super relaxed, i fell for a whole day nap after having a tiring journey. Till afternoon, the next day, i could sleep soundly. I woke up and the feeling of those supra orbital bones of both eye pulsating  had finally gone. It gave me sign, my eyes got more than enough rest but to freshen up a bit more i got in for a bath.

"It wasn't a restful day and the weariness of the journey hadn't subsided that suddenly I saw five more miscalls from Peldon after I was taking bath. I knew what she wanted to say…"

The particular line above from the previous post seem to have given a wrong idea or should i say confusing. My poor ability to express the things the way i want does not seem to be pouring out in that way. I have mentioned that, since Peldon's exam got postponed for two days or three, not being sure about the dates and the complicated situation of staying in hotel for another few days would be like 1000 kg burden for her, so we had decided to make a go and come back trip.
That was the last situation back then in Devangere.

Back in my hostel room and in my bathroom, i was in shower, rubbing off all my tiredness. :D . After the shower, when i checked my mobile, there were five miscalls from Peldon. Yeah! I knew, what she wanted to say. I called her back and she told me, " i got the call and my last exam is tomorrow", that!, was what she said and that!, was the answer i was expecting which indirectly meant we had to leave the night itself. Barely, did i sleep only once in my bed after coming back, i had to head the journey back again on for 8 hours to and 8 hours fro back again. I thought about the cool place, the park and the freshness there, and replied "ok Peldon, no worries, lets move". The next thought was about the long hours on the humping and bumping bus, my expression was like Phurba Thinley trying to squeeze out the constipation :P ( Yuck) .But the latter thought i  kept to myself.

That was it. The repeat telecast of  our journey then. We got dropped off to the bus station at 9 pm by our same friends, enter and rode on the same bus with same conductor and driver, reached there exactly at the same time as before, lodged on the same hotel and the same room. The story after that was Peldon finally completing her last exam and again humping and bumping back to Raichur the night itself.

That was one Hell of a journey to be remembered!!

Saturday, 3 May 2014

The Next Day: Towards the park

Ghajini  did kill our time for atleast 3 hours. For another two hours,  Rahul Gandhi, Modi, BJP, Congress and Bollywood stars on election kept  me going on. Boredom reached its height.

‘Wai, lets go for an evening stroll through the park nearby, I saw it near to our hotel”, Peldon insisted after having her unfinished nap of the previous night when she was sorting out her practical notes inside her brain. I instantly got up as she just stole my thought.  Dust setting by, cool air on the way, end of tiring day, time for spacious moment with family is what the set of evening brings on.

Peldon had a one day break.  She would resume the next day with her next two exams. Meanwhile the day was free for her as well as for us to explore the new city. Till afternoon, we jailed our self inside the hotel due to the heat outside. By evening, the park cleansed our boredom.

A Big open space situated at the heart of the busy city, fenced neatly with the iron bars forming a giant rectangle. “Ice cream!!” , I stepped forward towards the man with a metal box, like a small child. With ice cream to keep our mouth busy, our legs rejoiced the walk after being stiff for whole day.

It was melting off fast, so i sucked it hard eventually...

There were weird eyes staring at three of us from all sides. It was unusual for the remote places like Devangere  in India to receive  fair, small eyes fellows like us. We gave  no shit and just moved on ignoring since it was nothing new to us. We entertained the situation many a times in our own place in Raichur.
Peldon started her pose and shots with Kinley taking on with camera. Her face slightly turned, lips as if to kiss someone, one leg slightly bend and crossed with other leg is what I assume to be her favorite pose. I could see a fat elephant standing dead towards the centre and two tigers facing one another into a battle field just behind the giant. Young ones  rode them fearlessly, laughing, smiling and playing while elders hold them from beside.  There were mothers holding the hands of their one year old child learning to walk, old parents happily holding onto their grandchildrens’  and couples sharing their moments to the fullest. A perfect family time and a place.

A sudden puff of thick smoke hovered above the tree nearby, followed the ear piercing , creaking sound of unknown creatures flying in the air above from tree to tree. Those weren’t  birds. Something else. I strained my eyes hard above and soon I noticed several ridges on the wings of the creature and the head was unusually large. BATS!! Oh yeah. It was bats. The smoke disturbed their day upside down nap. They were restlessly flying from one tree to another. I always thought bats always resided in dark habitats, in a cave or something cooped with least sun rays but we encounter many a times in Indian trees in town where bats just hung themselves under the tree branches. I never saw bats in Bhutan, so I excitedly admired their aerial features and enraptured them in my camera but it didn’t come clear due to their flying motion. 

Definitely a BAT.

Peldon was still giving her pose in various scenery while Kinley was still her photographer. I was trying to gather wonderful moment pictures of the park, people , bats and children but soon I ran off with the battery and the excitement just melted.
Back to hotel. It was already dark then. We filled our night bellies with Hyderabad chicken, omelet and chicken biriyani. That was awesome dinner. At least for me, ate the girls share too that finally when I was back to hotel room, I felt like having a C-section and have removed whatever was inside. :D.

Morning of next day: I opened my eyes slowly for I heard the BANG twice. Peldon was dozing off with the book on her hand. The book loosened from her grip and fell on the table twice. Working hard!! Pitied her for she had to come so far to do an exam with all the expenses on her head. Nevertheless she had good friends like us….:P…
It took unusually long that day. Last time, she completed within 4 hours but  that day, four hours of waiting took a boring hell out of us. There was no nice place to roam nearby and the day heat was uncontrollably harsh, so no plate of option was left other than to wait on that hard steel chair.

She finally appeared with satisfied exam performance but she brought along a news  which was not worth lending ear to. Her last exam got postponed. What kind of board exam is that, anger ringed my ear hard. Postponing thing about exam wasn't new to us but  in the middle of the on going exam, was definitely an unpleasant news. All of us got confused. She had no idea when her exam would be then, probably two days later. But she was running out of money and staying in hotel for two more days would mean, no eating and no coming back to Raichur. We were helpless when it came to money matter. We lost into individual thoughts to sort out a way. Finally, we did. We decided to go back and come back again when exam date is fixed. I was quite reluctant at first due to the tiring journey on bus but as we say “friend in need is a friend in deed” and at that time, a supportive company was what she needed the most. Stress of  exam,  thoughts of expenses and burden of  travelling 8 hours to and fro, definitely her brain needed some peace and warm company.
The very next day, we drove back to our place in Raichur.

It wasn't a restful day and the weariness of the journey hadn't subsided that suddenly I saw five more miscalls from Peldon after I was taking bath. I knew what she wanted to say……

Note: I assume you all got why i took another few more days to update the second part. It is because of the call i got the last minute from Peldon....