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March 16, 2014

Go Further to Get Closer

Life…surprises you every second with unpredictable unexpected twists and turns; I am not an exception to escape from it. I, just like every other IT professional, was eagerly waiting for an opportunity to fly onsite (foreign countries), and on one fine September evening, I grabbed an opportunity that came my way. It was for London, my dream destination, and I had no reasons to deny that opportunity. And it all started with the KG rhyme,

“London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down.
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair lady…”

From that moment I always wanted to learn the mystery behind the line, “London Bridge is falling down…why?” it made me curious to visit London, but what made me anxious was the secret revealed by Akhil, my best friend for life – the secret that reminds me of the most beautiful days of my life – Akshaya.

Akhil, the synonym of friendship, never managed to hide any secret from me, and this one too slipped out of this mouth during an unusual conversation about our college days.

‘But you know, I always missed her a lot, as a girl who made me feel what is love like…but she left me without saying a bye (a teardrop rolled down my cheeks). My heart says I will meet her someday and on that day, I will ask her one question, the question that pricks my heart every day, every night, right from the moment, she left me.’

‘Well you could meet her, if you happen to travel to London…’ he said, then bit his tongue, rolled his eyes and said, ‘I am sorry dude. I do not want you to meet her again and get into depression mood again.’

‘I…she is the best thing happened to me and you know that Akhil, but.’ I gasped for breath. I went out for a smoke before getting drunk that night. And from that day I had only one wish…one dream and that will come true in two weeks. My lips curved, my face lit up in happiness or anxious, I do not know, but somewhere deep inside my heart I thanked God for giving me an opportunity to meet her, to search her in the streets of London and, to ask her that one question which pricks my heart with a needle named Akshaya.

I took my Nokia 1100 phone out of my pocket, called Akhil on his mobile phone and said, ‘Shut up and listen… I am going to search her. If I find her, I will ask her…why the hell?’ I paused. Took a deep breath and continued, ‘Just two weeks, just five thousand miles, just eleven hours travel by flight, I will be breathing the same air she breathes. I know it is going to be difficult without knowing her whereabouts, but I will not miss this opportunity to meet her again. If we are not meant to be together, that’s fine, but I want to find her, at least to see her, to hear her voice, and to fight with her…one more time.’

‘And to ask her why did…’ Akhil said, cutting him short I said with moist eyes, ‘Even for that…’ I hung up the phone to avoid further conversations which might oil the flame burning inside my heart.

I took my purse out to see her passport size photo negative one more time. It reminded me one of our innocent conversations.

***

‘What’s this? Can’t you give me your photo?’ I frowned.

‘It is better to show one’s negative than printed painted originals.’ She winked, and I understood her point.

‘Yeah, it’s better.’ I closely observed her beautiful face in that negative. ‘Truly, she is an angel!’

***

‘Heartily congratulations to you. Heard you are flying to London,’ my colleague Saindhavi congratulated me from behind. I quickly kept the photo negative inside my purse, turned back and thanked her. She came close to me and whispered, ‘I will miss you.’ After a pause, she looked into my eyes and said, ‘I will wait for your return and I hope you will accept me.’ I smirked, ‘I cannot guarantee you. All I can say you is I do not have any love left in me.’ She left the place teary-eyed.

I felt bad for hurting her feelings. I know she is a cute good-looking kind-hearted sweet female who loves me infinitely, but I do not have any love to reciprocate her feelings. In fact, I am heartless…my heart is still flying in the air hoping someday I would marry Akshaya, the girl who taught how beautiful and painful love is. Otherwise why would God give me this opportunity? I kept asking the same question to myself.

The next two weeks went like a bullet shot from the 9mm pistol: filing the work permit, visiting the immigration office for biometrics, receiving the stamped passport, booking the ticket for the travel on weekend, and finally packing all the stuffs required for the travel. Before leaving to airport I spoke with Ma and Akhil.

British Airways Ticket

I sat comfortably inside the plane without showing the fear of first time travel. For everybody else this may seem like a business travel, but to me it’s my life, the point that will let me unravel the truth behind the flame that is set inside my heart five years ago when she left to some unknown country with her mother after her father died in a road accident and her sister ran away from home. And the flame still burns inside my heart without any eta of fire extinguisher and I slept without my knowledge comfortably in the cushion seats of British Airways.

It was the dream come true moment when I set my foot in London Heathrow Airport Terminal 5. I jumped in joy without lifting my legs up, shouted happily without opening my mouth, danced to the tunes of nature without moving my hands and body, and did all that I could do. But it was short-lived, just for two weeks, after which I went again into nutshell as I wandered lonely as a cloud searching her in the nook and corner of the city.

Lot of questions occupied my mind. “Why I am wandering like a cloud? Why do I miss her a lot? What pushes me to search her indefinitely in the streets of London? Is she my destiny? Will I meet her someday?”

Wandering lonely as a cloud,
I began my search in the road.
With hope as the weapon, I
Am searching her like a fly!
What did I reap? What did I sow?
Why my life has no glow?
Will I meet her someday?
Only God knows that day!
If fate can be rewritten then
Let I rewrite but when?
How far should I go?
To say a hello,
I kept asking the God!

I kept asking the God eyes closed standing in Lord Murugan Temple in Church Road, East Ham. I opened my eyes to see my angel standing gorgeously in red-colored sari. I forgot to breathe. I flew to Cloud Nine. I forgot all the pain I had to undergo to meet her at that instant. Now, I can hear her voice, talk with her endlessly and fight with her too.

London Murugan Temple East Ham

‘How are you?’ she asked, her lips curving gently and her face shinning bright.

‘I was living the life of a dead in a grave named hope till this day. I am happy to be alive again.’

‘I am glad that you are here. I am…galti meri thi. It’s my mistake. I am sorry. I should’ve told you. But you know I had no,’ before she could complete, her mother came, and stared at us.

‘Ma…this is Kaushal.’ Akshaya said, her mom smiled and I smiled. Whatever happened in the next thirty minutes made me fly to Seventh Heaven and that marked the beginning of a new #MrAndMrs love story.

It doesn’t matter how far we go to get closer to someone we love. All we need is to live with that someone special and be lucky enough to spend a lifetime with them happily. And I said this bedtime story to my three-year-old cousin and I am hitting the publish button before the deadline.

Happy Endings!

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February 23, 2014

#ConditionSeriousHai - Sid ♥ Isha - Chapter: Childbirth


‘Sid…Sid…I am not getting sleep’ Isha said holding the pillow in her hands.

‘Hmm’ Sid, slept almost, still nodded his head whenever Isha spoke. After all they did not sleep for almost 72 hours.

‘I dunno…if this is normal for girls to feel like this, but…’ she murmured doubtfully.
‘Hmm’ Sid buried his ears in the pillow.

‘Is it going to pain a lot? I am really scared. You know what a human body can bear only up to 45 Del (units) of pain. Yet at time of giving birth, a mother feels up to 57 Del (units) of pain. This is similar to 20 bones getting fractured at the same time.’ Isha muffled.

‘Hmm’ Sid said faintly, which irritated Isha.

‘You are not listening to me. You do not understand me. You just ignore me. You…thinking of this Labor pain, I am afraid and in two days, or any time before, or after that I have to go through this. I may even die. I have read so many articles on this.’ Isha wailed hoping Sid is listening, but the reality hit her hard.

She updated a status on Facebook, “God has done injustice to women.” She sat up all night thinking negative about giving birth to child.

***

Sid woke up to the deadly screams of Isha. He cleared his vision, got out of the bed, and hurried to her. He was hell scared as she is pregnant and moreover this is the tenth month. He took her in his arms. ‘Are you okay?’ He asked, almost tears flowing from all the corner of his eyes.

She kept rubbing the lower half of her back head. She gasped for breath. ‘My feet slipped and I fell down.’

Sid opened the water bottle and fed her. ‘#ConditionSeriousHai My head, my stomach, my body, everything is paining dear. Please call ambulance.’ She cried in tears and fell unconscious.

Sid lifted her, carried her to bedroom and placed her safely on the bed. He dialled the emergency number and explained the situation and in minutes, the ambulance was at his doorstep. The emergency team rushed in, placed her on the stretcher, locked it and rushed to the hospital.

Sid was tensed. He called Isha’s parents and informed her situation, but he advised them not to be panic, though he was. He informed his close friend Sandhya. Suddenly a ray of hope thundered down his head, he opened the water bottle and sprinkled water on her. And it worked; she opened her eyes, smiled and said, ‘I love you.’

He hugged her and the stretcher tight. The doctor and his team smiled and then examined her. She seemed okay, but they suggested doing a complete body scan. She, though looked disturbed, thanked the doctor. Sid too thanked the doctor and they reached the hospital, where she was examined thoroughly. Everything looked normal, her body, her head, her baby and even her, still the doctor kept her under observation for 48 hours as they thought that she might get Labor pain anytime and it is better to have her in the hospital.

Isha lay confused on the hospital bed. Biting her fingers she rubbed the lower part of her back head and asked, ‘What happened?’

She paused, after five seconds, she continued, ‘Why am I here?’ and after five seconds she spoke, ‘I woke up in the morning…I went for loo…My feet slipped…Oh, I fell down eh? Okay, okay, okay, my head must have hit the floor.’ She paused, pointing her lower part of her back head, she continued, ‘This is called Medulla oblongata. If we get hurt anywhere in this part of the head, it may result in Temporary Memory Loss. It’s not a big problem dear. It will get cured in some time and I have read this many times and even watched in the movies.’

Sid stood confused. She kissed Sid on his hand, whispered I Love You and then on seeing her belly, she started screaming, ‘Oh my God, how on earth I have got such a big tummy Sid?’

She pressed her tummy and shouted, ‘What’s this Sid? What did you do? Why my tummy has grown like this?’ She paused, looked into Sid eyes, and he had no clue on how to deal with this. She complained, ‘You should have taken me out for walking. You didn’t. It’s your mistake. Now, don’t tease me that I am fat, okay?’

Sid, almost lost, touched her head, and said, ‘Tension mat kar…You look cute!’ he pacified her and tried calling the nurse.

She kept mum for two minutes and then she asked, ‘What happened?’

She paused, after five seconds, she continued almost like a recorded voice, ‘Why am I here?’ and after five seconds she spoke, ‘I woke up in the morning…I went for loo…My feet slipped…Oh, I fell down eh? Okay, okay, okay, my head must have hit the floor.’ She paused, pointing her lower part of her back head, she continued, ‘This is called Medulla oblongata. If we get hurt anywhere in this part of the head, it may result in Temporary Memory Loss. It’s not a big problem dear. It will get cured in some time and I have read this many times and even watched in the movies.’

Sid heartbeat raced, his BP went high, and he felt dizzy. She kissed Sid on his hand again, whispered I Love You and then on seeing her belly, she started screaming again, ‘Oh my God, how on earth I have got such a big tummy Sid?’

She pressed her tummy and shouted, ‘What’s this Sid? What did you do? Why my tummy has grown like this?’ She paused, looked into Sid eyes, and he had no clue on how to deal with this. She complained, ‘You should have taken me out for walking. You didn’t. It’s your mistake. Now, don’t tease me that I am fat, okay?’

No changes here and there. Ditto to what she said earlier. He was totally confused. He hugged her. ‘It’s not your tummy dear; it’s our baby dear. Don’t press it hard. It will hurt our angel.’

‘Am I pregnant?’ She shouted like a banshee. ‘You cheat…You lair…You 420…you promised me that we will plan our baby only after two years, but…’ He kissed her lips. She reciprocated his kiss for two minutes, and then she asked, ‘What happened?’ and repeated everything, almost like a recorded voice. No changes here and there. Ditto to what she said earlier. Even the nurse was surprised. They tried to make her calm, but it went in vain. By that time Sid’s friend Sandhya came to hospital, who’s a doctor as well. Meanwhile, the doctor in-charge came in.

Moreover Sandhya is fully aware of all the past one week Isha’s Ramayana from Sid. So she believed sedating her should work out. She said, ‘She is completely stressed. She needs rest. We need to sedate her.’ And the duty doctor agreed. The nurse came in with the injection and on seeing the nurse; Isha started weeping as if she had Labor pain.

‘I think I am having my periods. It’s paining Sid.’ Isha shouted in high tone. Sid went close to her, and hugged her.

‘Wait,’ Sandhya ordered the nurse and then she added, ‘I think this is Labor pain.’ She paused, looked into the doctor’s eyes and added, ‘In this case, it is not advisable to sedate her.’

‘Yes, but condition serious hai. She is not aware that she is pregnant. In this case, how will she cooperate?’ He asked in a doubtful voice.

Sandhya turned towards Sid, ‘Sid, only you can make this happen. Try to make her understand that she is pregnant and this is Labour Pain and not the usual menstrual pain.’

‘Sid, I am dying. Get me Pads.’ She paused, after a minute, she asked, ‘What happened?’ and repeated everything, almost like a recorded voice. No changes here and there. Ditto to what she said earlier.

‘Ah…eh…uh…’ Isha moaned in pain. Sid wiped his tears, held Isha’s hand in hand, and said, ‘I love you. Do you love me?’ He paused, she nodded her head, he continued, ‘Then do all I say, okay?’

She kissed and said, ‘I will…I will’

His lips curved, he asked her to change to Hospital Gown and she did.

Sandhya advised that painless pregnancy will not work out as Isha is not aware of what’s happening. Everything was arranged perfect. Isha was weeping at peak, and still she repeated everything and said, ‘I think I am having my periods. It’s paining Sid.’

Sid said, ‘Okay. Okay. Do you love me?’ He paused, she nodded her head, he continued, ‘Then do all I say, okay?’

She kissed weeping in pain, ‘I will…I will.’

He said ‘Doctors have found a new trick to get rid of your tummy. All you need to do is to keep your legs wide open and push your tummy down. It might pain for a couple of minutes, but after that your tummy will be gone.’

‘Exciting,’ she said and did all he advised. By doing so, she lost all her energy and slowly she became semi-conscious. Sandhya shouted, ‘She is losing her consciousness. Sid, talk to her continuously. Keep her conscious.’





#ConditionSeriousHai’ the chief doctor said looking at the ceiling.

Sid, though frustrated because of the doctor, kept talking with Isha, until he heard an unfamiliar scream, of an angel, a life that will stay as a reason for their happiness forever. Sid smiled, the doctor and the nurse clapped in joy, Sandhya sounded excited, Sid, though happy, still worried about his wife Isha. She literally became exhausted, and still she asked, ‘What happened?’ and repeated everything.

In the meantime, the nurse, cleaned the baby, wrapped the angel in a white towel, and gave her to Sid. Sid, feeling like the King of the world, held his angel in his hands, kissed her on forehead, and gave it to Isha.

Isha asked, ‘Whose baby is this?’ Everybody stood shocked. The chief doctor said, ‘#ConditionSeriousHai

Sid asked, ‘I love you. Do you love me?’ He paused, she nodded her head, he continued, ‘Then do all I say, okay?’

She kissed him and said, ‘I will…I will’

His lips curved, ‘Ish…See this newly born angel. She is cute no?’

‘She is really cute.’ Isha kissed on her forehead, Sid continued, ‘She is hungry, but her mom is not feeling well and she is unable to feed her.’

‘Oh, that’s bad for this baby.’ Isha said sadly.

‘Can you feed her?’ Sid asked, Isha smiled and fed her baby. And the baby smiled. Isha too smiled and everybody else in the room smiled and the mood got uplifted. Isha was given two sleeping pills using Sid’s technique and she finally slept after almost a week.

***

Isha woke up after sleeping for sixteen hours. Isha’s and Sid’s parents’ were there as well. The baby was fed using bottle milk temporarily. Isha looked at everyone, her lips curved a little, she asked, ‘What happened?’

She paused, after five seconds, she continued almost like a recorded voice, ‘Why am I here?’ and after five seconds she spoke, ‘I woke up in the morning…I went for loo…My feet slipped…Oh, I fell down eh? Okay, okay, okay, my head must have hit the floor.’ She paused, pointing her lower part of her back head, she continued, ‘This is called Medulla oblongata. If we get hurt anywhere in this part of the head, it may result in Temporary Memory Loss. It’s not a big problem dear. It will get cured in some time and I have read this many times and even watched in the movies.’

Everybody started shedding tears, Sid heartbeat raced once again, his BP went high, and she kissed Sid on his hand again, whispered I Love You and then on seeing her belly, she started screaming again, ‘Oh my God, what happened to my baby?’

Sid hugged her. Isha’s mom gave her the baby. Isha on seeing her angel, her face shone brightly, she asked, ‘Oh My God, My angel is here. She has set her foot on this earth without giving any pain to me. Oh my!’ She exclaimed.

Sid put his hand inside his jacket pocket, took out the Cadbury 5 Star, removed the wrapper and gave it to Isha to celebrate the auspicious moment of their life. Isha ate the 5 Star happily shouting that she won the bet. Sid kissed her and the baby. And Sandhya clicked their family photo. Seriousness is Contagious. Carrying a Cadbury 5 Star is auspicious. Happy Endings!

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