Heard a voice of glory
In search of it
I started this beautiful journey
Was it a dream? Or in real
I don't know
Wish I could join in Harmony
Soul and heart never apart
Darkness fills the space
Pain felt , sorrows burried
Deep within. I want to be there
Can I ?
Response is what I cry for
In return you sing these tunes
Nostalgia hits and I am unaware
You care, Dont you
But why is that I feel alone
Simple and beaten
Can you lend a hand please, I plead
A soft gentle touch
I know forever you are there
Besides me, holding me
Showering the love I need.
We had to halt at the signal with the seconds counting down from 120 (Yes! some traffic signals are a complete 2 minute wait here in Bangalore) and our converstation continued.
Look at that neatly permed long hair - I definitvely said it should be SHE.
After a moment I noticed the way he/she was sitting and riding the bike - pretty straight and macho - I redefined my statement and said it was a HE for sure.
Now, with a body hugging Tee and a skin tight jeans which had a floral print on the pockets. - What do you say I questioned?
- Both me and sis in chorus said "It's a SHE". (Also to add the helmet worn was so girlish!)
The seconds blink 5, 4, 3, 2 and 1 .. and we zoom a little ahead of this person only to notice the moustache and beard beautifying his looks.
Oh my God! We bursted out laughing. No we were not laughing at his cost but the way we were debating and how confident we were on our conclusion.
Its not the first time such a thing has happened. We've been deceived with looks hell lotta time. How about you?
Bhoomika ran out of the main door bidding a Goodbye. As her parents wave their hands, she jumped into a taxi that had been waiting for an hour. Her flight from Delhi to Chennai was scheduled to depart at 6 am and she was running late as usual.
Bhoomika worked in an MNC after her graduation. Holding a masters degree from the University of Stanford landed her in a position that demanded her skills to be used to the maximum. Talent and expertise at the best, made her conquer the title Senior Manger, Marketing team. Close to 10 years into this corporate world had proven her abilities to sustain and bring in the best of the bests. Well, now she was working on a collaborative project that requuired a third party involvement. Risks are bound to be while working on any high profile projects in this highly challenged and competitve era. Bhoomi had it in her, to win out many such elaborative opportunities for Mitra Corporations.
Angad, an MBA graduate from one of the Top A schools met Bhoomika in the early days of their respective Careers. Things turned out good from either ends and they tied the knot 8 years ago.At present they were a happy family living in Chennai.Chennai had been home for Bhoomika ever since she started her Career with Mitra Corporations. Her marriage with a guy who also hailed from the same land made it even better.
The news of her paternal grand mother's death called for her quick visit to Delhi. Angad was out in London. He was on one of his routine business trips and he would not turn up for the next 2 weeks. That left her more stressed. She had to leave many meetings unattended, postpone several of them for a week,engaging her daughter Kruti with a friend who offered help during the time of need. She made a couple of phone calls - to the air-booking call center, a taxi wala, some official calls to handle things during her absence. After making all the arrangements she rushed to Delhi to pay her last rights to her loving grand mother.
Nikki Aunty in her late fifties, jobless and currently posing status single, after her husband had left her for reasons unknown,preyed her eyes on the ongoing activities in the neighbourhood. The gossips she carried had more content than the daily newspaper. While Bhoomika was to leave she had put in a word to Nikki Aunty to keep a watch, as she'll be gone for a week to which Nikki aunty kindly obliged. However it was no different work for her, a part of her daily routine included the duty of the colony's watchman:).
Bhoomika called up in intervals to check on her daughter. She was worried of Kruti as this was the first time she was away for long from her dear daughter. Angad returned early and as he came home Nikki aunty handed over the keys and gave a detail report of who had come to visit them while they were gone and what she had done with the newspapers/ magazines/ mails that were marked to their residence. Angad was tired and paid no attention to any of it. He threw the keys, hanged the door upon her. Courtesy sake, he made a call to his wife letting her know he landed safe and now was back home.
Bhoomika wanted to talk more but he ended the call. She knew he was not sounding the same he did, before he left. His voice was dull. She sensed there was some problem but could not figure out details from the short conversation. Bhoomi made reservations for the first available flight to Chennai next morning. And there she was rushing to the airport for the flight that was scheduled at 6 am.
Angad lay on his bed thinking of his deeds. He had committed a crime in his own terms. He had betrayed his wife. He loved Bhoomi and there was no room for anything of the sort which would come in between. But this was it. Everything had gone for a toss. A lovely marriage and a happy family is never going to be the same . "Never ever" he thought to himself.
Last evening in London:
Angad had a meeting with the senior staff of the organisation where he had to make his presentation on the half yearly data compiled by a global survey. After the successful presentation he had the priviledge to meet a few gorgeous ladies who are the top notches of the organization he worked for. Ms. Bragalina, Stephen's lady Love was observing Angad very closely throughout the session. While in the lounge munching over some cookies and sipping some hot tea, she walked over to the bunch of people sharing some experiences with Angad.
Bragalina: Hey Angad, That was a pretty good job. I loved the intricate details you've worked on. Its difficult to get into those minute details you have highlighted upon.
Angad: Thank you Ms......
Bragalina: Ms. Bragalina. I am currently working on a project and that might definitely interest you.
Angad: What is it all about? I'd be glad if I could be of some help.
Bragalina: Yeah of course. Would you mind dropping by at Bridge hotel Suite 2014, 6 tonight.
Angad was very happy with the proposal. More projects meant more laureles and more growth. He was glad to accept the offer.
Angad: Well Bragalina.. I think I'd be able to make it by 6:30. I have a meeting that would run till 5 and I will drop by before I head back to my room. Is that okay.
Bragalina: Perfect! See you at 2014 then.
In the Bridge hotel:
Stunningly attractive, a real beauty, sophisticated, elegant, optimally designed, precisely engineered and finished to perfection. That was Bragalina. She looked so extraordinarily exquisite, so tantalizing, so sensuous, so temptingly inviting as she stood by the door. Her lovely, dark, expressive eyes begin to dance as she says a "Hello" and she gives Angad a smile so captivating that by instinct, and almost against his will his eyes lingers over her body. He felt a soft tenderness for her, a warm feeling of elation, but he quickly checked his thoughts and hastily said "Why don't we start discussing the new project in detail".
Bragalina moved her fingers through his curly hair, held him by his neck and said "why not. Please do join". Angad was reluctant at the start when she dragged him to the cozy bed in the corner, however he lost his control and soon they were on the bed making love.
He had committed the crime he dreaded of while he entered the suite 2014. He was embarassed of his wits and deeds. The unexpected had happened and he was sorry about it. He was shattered.
Depression and low waves walked with him as he left the room while Bragalina lay there totally satisfied and cherishing the moments. All his way back home, throughout the flight journey his mind was bombarded with a zillion thoughts , half of them ending up in unanswerable questions.
He had betrayed his wife and he had lost it all - a beautiful life, a loving wife, a sweet little daughter.
Bhoomika reached home next morning, Nikki aunty stopped her to inquire if everything was alright between her and Angad as Nikki aunty had seen him bang the door and had heard him weep. Bhoomika shunned this question and said "Of course aunty, Nothing is wrong and will never be. Can you please excuse me now. I need to rush in. ".
Bhoomika walks in, she sees her dear husband sitting in the corner of the bed and tears rolling off his face. She knew there was something that had upset him so bad. She could sense the guilt that was killing him from within. Angad looked at her caring eyes and he cried his heart. He cried and asked for forgiveness.
Angad: "Am really sorry. It was not intentional. My mind was fickle for a minute and this happened. It should not have happened. I have ruined it...."
Bhoomika: "What happened Angad? What did you do? "
Angad: "Bhoomi, Ms Bragalina... and I, No I can't... "
Bhoomika realized the content Angad was about to spurt out. She knew Angad for years now and he really cared and loved her. He was never a womaniser. He was repenting for his deed. He was genuinely sorry. Though hurt by his act, she consoled him and said these words "I know you have made a mistake, one that is punishable and I also know that it was not intentional and you are repenting on your actions, hence I forgive you dear. I love you and hope we keep the trust and love go beyond the levels we are right now."
He held her tight and said "I'll never repeat this in life and I love you too. Thanks for being there and understanding me."
As Bhoomi wiped his tears and hugged him to lay a soft kiss, Kruti ran into the room shouting " Mama, Dada I am home. Buy me an ice-cream for being nice to Nikki aunty all this while outside."
They laughed and the positivity filled the room and they were a happy family united again for a fresh start.
How about some of these quotes:
~ Forgive and forget are the two mantras of success, however they should be genuinely gained. ~ Anonymous
~ Anger makes you smaller, while forgiveness forces you to grow beyond what you were. ~ Anonymous
~ Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future. ~Paul Boese
This was my ending to the story. Do you have different thoughts. Do Share.
ಅಂದು ಸಂಜೆ ಬಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಮನೆಗೆ ತೆರಳುವ ಸಂಭವ ಮೂಡಿ ಬಂದಿದ್ದು ಒಂದು ತರಹ ಒಳ್ಳೇದೆ ಆಯಿತು ಅಂತ ಈಗ ಅನಿಸುತ್ತಾ ಇದೆ. ಹೋಗಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ ನಿಮಗೆ ಈಗ ಈ ಲೇಖನವನ್ನು ಓದುವ ಅವಕಾಶವಿರುತ್ತಿರಲಿಲ್ಲವಲ್ಲ :)
ಅದ್ರಲ್ಲಿ ಹೊಸದು ಏನಿದ್ಯಪ್ಪಾ ಅಂತ ಕೇಳ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದೀರಾ?
ಆಫೀಸ್ ಮುಗಿಸಿ ಬಸ್ ಸ್ಟಾಪ್ ಗೆ ಬರೋಷ್ಟರಲ್ಲಿ ನನ್ನ ಕಣ್ಣ ಮುಂದೇನೆ ೩ ಕೆಂಪು ವಜ್ರ AC ಗಾಡಿಗಳು ವ್ರೂಂ ವ್ರೂಂ ಅಂತ ಹೋಗಿಯೇ ಬಿಟ್ಟವು. ರೋಡಿನ ಈ ಬದಿಯಿಂದ ಆ ಬದಿಗೆ ದಾಟುವಷ್ಟರಲ್ಲಿ ನನ್ನ ಅವಸ್ಥೆ ಕೇಳಬೇಡಿ. ಆಗ ತಾನೇ ಹೈದು ಹೋದ ಬಸ್ಸಿನ ಕೊನೆಯ ಸೀಟ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಕೂತಿದ್ದ ಮಗು ನನ್ನ ಅವಸ್ತೆಯನ್ನ ನೋಡಿ ನಗುತಿದ್ದಂತೆ ಇತ್ತು. ಹಾಗೋ ಹೀಗೋ ರೋಡ್ ದಾಟಿ ಮುಂದಿನ ಬಸ್ಸಿಗಾಗಿ ಕಾದೆ. ಎದುರಿಗೆ ಬಂದಿದ್ದು ಮಾರ್ಕೆಟ್ ಗೆ ಹೋಗೋ ಒಂದು ಸಾಧಾರಣ ಬಸ್. ಅದ್ರಲ್ಲಿ AC ಇಲ್ದೆ ಇದ್ರೂ ಕೂರಲು ಸೀಟ್ ಇದ್ದಿದ್ದು ನನಗೆ ಕುಷಿ ತಂದಿತು.
ಬಸ್ ಹತ್ತಿ ಎರಡನೇ ಸೀಟಿನ ಕಿಟಕಿಯ ಪಕ್ಕ ಕೂತೆ. ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಹಾಗೆ ನನ್ನ ಕತ್ತನ್ನು ಸುತ್ತ ಗೂಬೆಯಂತೆ ತಿರುಗಿಸಿ ಜೊತೆ ಪಯಣಿಸುತ್ತಿರುವ ಪ್ರಯಾಣಿಕರನ್ನು ವೀಕ್ಷಿಸಿದೆ. ಮುಂದೆ ಕುಳಿತಿದ್ದ ಯುವತಿಯರಿಬ್ಬರು ಕಿವಿಗೆ ಇಅರ್ ಫೋನ್ಸನ್ನು ಹಾಕಿ ಹಾಡಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಮಗ್ನರಾಗಿದ್ದರು. ಹಣ್ಣು ತಲೆಯ ಅಜ್ಜಿಯೊಬ್ಬರು ನಿದ್ರೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ತಲ್ಲೀನ ರಾಗಿದ್ದರು. ಹದಿನಾರು ರುಪಾಯಿ ಚಿಲ್ಲರೆ ಹುಡುಕಿ ಟಿಕೆಟ್ ಖರೀದಿಸಿ ಆಯಿತು. ಸುಮಾರು ಒಂದೂವರೆ ಘಂಟೆಯ ಪ್ರಯಾಣ. ಸುಮ್ನೆ ಕೂರೋದ್ಕಿ೦ತ ಮಲಗಿದರೆ ಹೇಗೆ ಅಂತ ಯೋಚಿಸಿ ಹಾಗೆ ಕಣ್ಣು ಮುಚ್ಚಿದ್ದೆ ಅಷ್ಟೇ ...
"ಲೇ ತಮ್ಮ ಎಲ್ಲಿದ್ಯಪ್ಪ ನೀನ್? ನಾ ಬಂಡ್ಯಾಗೆ ಹತ್ತೀನಿ ನೋಡ್ ಈಗ. ೫ ನಿಮಿಷ ಆಗತ್ ನೋಡ್ ಲೇ. ಅಲ್ಲೇ ಇರ್ ನೀನು. ಬರಲಿಕ್ಕೆ ಹತ್ತೀನಿ."
... ಅಂತ ಇಡಿ ಬಸ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಕೂತಿರೋರಿಗೆಲ್ಲ ಕಿವಿ ಮಂದ ಆಗೋ ಹಾಗೆ ಕಿರುಚುತಿದ್ದ. ನಿದ್ದೆ ಮನೆ ಹಾಳಾಯಿತು. ಆ ಮನುಷ್ಯ ಇಳಿದಮೇಲೆ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಶಾಂತಿ ಸಿಗ್ತು ಉಳಿದ ಪ್ರಯಾಣಿಕರಿಗೆಲ್ಲ.
ಸಂಚರಿಸುತ್ತಾ ಊರಿನಲ್ಲಿರೋ ಎಲ್ಲ ಗಾಡಿಗಳ ಜೊತೆಗೆ ಅರ್ಧ ದಾರಿ ಬಂದದ್ದಾಯಿತು. ಒಂದು ಕಡೆ ವಾಹನಗಳೆಲ್ಲ ನಿಂತಲ್ಲೇ ನಿಂತು ಬಿಟ್ಟವು. ಸುಗಮವಾಗಿ ಸಾಗುತಿದ್ದ ಚಾಲಕರು ಸ್ಥಗಿಥವಾದರು. ಜೊತೆಗೆ ನಾವುಗಳು ಸಹ ಇದ್ದಲ್ಲೇ ಇದ್ದದ್ದಾಯಿತು. ಪಕ್ಕದಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು ದೊಡ್ಡ ಕಟ್ಟಡ ಅಂದ್ರೆ - ಈ ನಮ್ಮ ಹೈಟೆಕ್ ಮಾಲ್ಸ್ನಲ್ಲೊಂದು ಇತ್ತು. ಮಾಲ್ಸ್ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಬರಿ ಯುವಕ ಯುವತಿಯರು ಕೆಲವು ಸಮಯ ಕಳೆಯುವ ಒಂದು ನಿಲ್ದಾಣವೆಂದು ಅಂದು ಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದೆ. ಅಯ್ಯೋ ನನ್ನ ಕಲ್ಪನೆ ಅರ್ಧ ಸತ್ಯ ಅರ್ಧ ತಪ್ಪಾಗಿತ್ತು. ಒಂದು ಮೂಲೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಜೋಡಿಯೊಂದು ನಗುತ್ತ ಮನದ ಮಾತುಗಳನ್ನ ಹಂಚಿಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತಿದ್ದರು, ಇನ್ನೊಂದೆಡೆ ಜೋಳ ಸುಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದವನಿಗೆ ವ್ಯಾಪಾರ ಜೋರಾಗೆ ನಡಿತಾ ಇತ್ತು, ಕಬ್ಬಿನ ಹಾಲು ತೆಗೆಯುವ ಯಂತ್ರ ತಿರುಗುತ್ತಲೇ ಇತ್ತು..ಹಸಿದ ಹೊಟ್ಟೆಗಳು ಕಾತುರದಿಂದ ಕಾಯುತ್ತಿದ್ದವು. ರೊಕ್ಕ ಹೆಚ್ಚಿದ್ದವರು ಖರೀದಿ ಮಾಡಿ ಕೈ ತುಂಬಾ ಚೀಲಗಳನ್ನು ಹಿಡಿದು ಹೊರಟಿದ್ದರು.
ನೀಲಿ ಶರ್ಟ್ ಧರಿಸಿ ಲೆದರ್ ಜಾಕೆಟ್ ಕೈನಲ್ಲಿ ಹಿಡಿದು ಮೊಬೈಲ್ ಫೋನಿಗೆ (ಸರಾಸರಿಯಾಗಿ ಬಸ್ ಅಲ್ಲಿ ನಿಂತಿದ್ದಷ್ಟು ಹೊತ್ತು) ವದರುತಿದ್ದ.
ನಿದ್ದೆಗೆ ಸೋತಿದ್ದ ಕಣ್ಣುಗಳು ಈಗ ಚುರುಕಾಗಿ ಅತ್ತಿಂದಿತ್ತ ನೋಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದವು.
ಇದೆಲ್ಲದರ ಮಧ್ಯೆ ನಿವೃತ್ತಿ ಜೀವನದ ಸೊಬಗನ್ನು ಅನುಭವಿಸುತ್ತ ಕುಳಿತಿದ್ದ ತಾತಾ ಅಜ್ಜಿಯ ಹುರುಪು ನನ್ನ ಮುಖದಲ್ಲಿ ಕಿರು ಮಂದಹಾಸ ಮೂಡಿಸಿತ್ತು. ಇನ್ನುಳಿದ ಮೂಲೆಗಳನ್ನು ವೀಕ್ಷಿಸೋದ್ರೊಳಗೆ ಬಸ್ ಅಲ್ಲಿಂದ ಮುಂದಕ್ಕೆ ಸಾಗಲಾರಂಭಿಸಿತು. ತಾತ ಅಜ್ಜಿಯ ಕೈ ಹಿಡಿದು ಏನೋ ಕಿವಿ ಹತ್ತಿರ ಹೋಗಿ ಮೆಲು ದನಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಏನೋ ಹೇಳೋ ಹಾಗೆ ಇತ್ತು ದೃಶ್ಯ. ಅಜ್ಜಿ ನಾಚಿಕೊಂಡು ಕೈನಲ್ಲಿ ತಾತಾಗೆ ಮೊಟಕಿದರು.
ಏನ್ ಹೇಳಿರಬಹುದು ಅಂತ ನನ್ನ ಮೂರ್ಖ ಮನಸು ಯೋಚಿಸಲು ....
೧) ತಾತಾ: "ಹೇಯ್ .. ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಬರುತ್ತಿದ್ದಾಳಲ್ಲಾ ಲಲನಾಮಣಿ,ನೀನು ಈಗಲೂ ಅವಳಿಗಿಂತ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿ ಕಾಣ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದೀಯ"
ಅಜ್ಜಿ:" ಅಯ್ಯೋ ಹೂಗೀಪ್ಪ..."
೨) ತಾತಾ: "ಆ ಹುಡುಗಿಯ ಲಂಗ ಎಷ್ಟು ಚಿಕ್ಕದಾಗಿದೆ ನೋಡು"
ಅಜ್ಜಿ: "ನಿಮ್ಮದ್ಯಾವಾಗ್ಲೂ ಇದ್ದಿದ್ದೆ.ಸುಮ್ನಿರಿ ಅವಳ ಬೊಯ್ಫ್ರೆ೦ಡ್ ಬಂದು ಹೊಡಿದಾನು :)"
೩) ತಾತಾ: "ಕ್ಯಾಂಡಲ್ ಲೈಟ್ ಡಿನ್ನರ್ ಗೆ ಹೋಗೋಣ್ವಾ ಅಥವಾ ಫಿಲಂ ನೋಡೋಕೆ ಹೋಗೋಣ್ವಾ?"
ಅಜ್ಜಿ: "ಸುಮ್ನೆ ಮನೆಗೆ ಹೋಗೋಣ.ಅಲ್ಲೇ ಪಿಕ್ಚರ್ ತೋರಿಸ್ತೀನಿ, ಊಟಾನೂ ಹಾಕ್ತೀನಿ"
.... ಈ ಸಂದರ್ಶನಗಳನ್ನು ಮನದಲ್ಲೇ ರೂಪಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತಿದ್ದಂತೆ ಬಸ್ ಇನ್ನೂ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ದೂರ ಸಾಗಿತ್ತು. ಸದ್ದು ಗದ್ದಲಗಳ ನಡುವೆ ಆ ಕಿಟಕಿಯ ಪಕ್ಕದ ಸೀಟ್ನಲ್ಲೇ ಕುಳಿತು ಕಳೆದ - ಜೀವನದ ಒಂದು ಸಂಜೆಯ ಕಥೆ ನಿಮ್ಮೊಂದಿಗೆ ಹಂಚಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ..
One evening there was a slight change in the routine, I had to take the city bus ride instead of the car.As I rush to the bus stop nearby I saw 3 air conditioned buses pass by while I stand on the other side of the road waiting for the chain of vehicles come to a halt allowing me to cross.
As I managed to get to the bus stop I got a normal city bus , though it was not an air conditioned one I was happy to find a seat to rest my tired self.
As the bus breezed through the peak hour traffic I take some time out watching the happenings outside. I saw an old couple spending their retired time sitting in front of a hitech mall. A small conversation is what I see as an episode and my wild imagination goes really wild and start thinking what they might have talked about.
Grandpa: "Hey dear you look still fresh and beautiful than the lady walking down there"
Granny: Sparkle on her face with a sweet smile."Oh noooooo"
Grandpa: "Candle light dinner or a movie :)"
Granny: "Come home will show you the movie and give a bowlful of meal:)"
Grandpa: "Oh god look at that girl's skirt. Isn't it a little short?"
Granny: "Sshhh! Please stop it. Her boyfriend might come and beat you up..Careful :)"
With some more such lovely expressions on the faces of people made that evening a beautiful one.
In the street saw I
A kid cajole
its mom , for a decent toy buy
Shabby looks, clothes tattered
Cruel 'NO' is what I hear
Dreaming kid's heart shattered
Rolling down its cheek, I see a tear
Kid rest his head, couched safe
Mom sits there and embrace
She had no penny
To feed her little sonny
Harsh was reality that hit her hard
Begging continued on the street
No signs of betterness on the card
She stood fighting the cold, bare feet
A stranger crossed the busy road
Filled of trucks with heavy load
Picked the toy from the vendor
Placed it in the hands of the little wonder
A gentle tender smile
Is what I'd been waiting all the while
Bewildered, I stand there
Ahh! there are people who care and share..
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Place of the capture: Haleakala, Hawai.
* September was also called the Haefest monath <--> "Harvest month" when the barley was harvested.
* In song and story September is thought of as a "mellow month".
* 9/11 is an unforgettable day! Do I need to explain why?
More interesting facts of September??? Please do share.