Babus galore, MCC and the Adivasi land

Getting down from the local train that took us from Madhupur to Giridih, there was a sense of tiredness. The local crowd seemed too much of a discomfort, mainly for their rough and rustic behaviour, the maddening rush to get on the train … and more so since the terrain is not known to many of us.

Jharkhand, and the splendours are many … and as we progressed, we got some more for our company. Most certainly being addressed as a ‘babu’ was pleasant!!

This state is too much in news for disturbances yet the humility of the common man is unsurpassable. During these five days that we called the state our home, we felt too much disconnected from the normal life in a metropolis. The festival time, pompous gathering along the township … while a lurking tension to venture into the unknown … fear of the MCC, the local name for the Maoist outfits.

Too much can be written about the beauty of the nature with the surrounding hilly countryside. The green and lush trees with the sound of Usri Falls (around 14 kms. East of Giridih) gushing through the terrain makes for a pleasant experience.

But the road that took us … disconnected from the township and surrounded by thick forest could be game for those who strike terror in this region.

Usri Falls - the two streams 

Drinking water is precious and sweet. The more you drink the more you get mesmerized by this unique chemical composition of hydrogen and oxygen. Water is too pure, and quenches thirst like a drop from heaven.

We visited the reservoirs in Khandoli Park (8 kms. north-east of Giridih) and Topchachi, to sense the clarity and the crystalline nature of water. These reservoirs were too huge to fathom the need and the urge to cultivate the distribution carefully. Provided with barrages to control the flow of water, they serve the place well with the need for pure and clean water.

Added attraction was the children’s park at Khandoli that our kids enjoyed! A boating exercise and a climb to the around 600 feet hillock were worth spending time with.

Khandoli Park and panoramic view

Topchachi was quite and serene, with the lake atop the Jharia Waterworks barrage adding to nature’s tranquillity. The surrounding was peaceful yet the fact remained that since the advent of political disturbances, not many have visited this place.

Jharia Waterworks and Topchachi Lake

Wherever we went, the gathering was not sufficient to prove that popular wisdom dictated a visit. That was the most disappointing aspect of this trip. Add to that the Adivasis who frequently came up and blocked highways demanding money from travellers, touched a sour point of the trip.

Most of them are not afraid of administration as I found out. To them, the post of Superintendent of Police or a District Magistrate is nobody. This was frightening … and probably the symbol of the underlying lawlessness. A guide to this place will not advise you to venture out of town after three in the afternoon. This was quite a shock for us!

The only exception, perhaps, was Madhuban (famous for the Parasnath temple). This well-known Jain sacred site was buzzing with activity. We did not climb the 4431 feet (highest peak of Jharkhand) hill top where the sanctum sanctorum is, yet we relished our journey to the foothills and paid our obeisance to numerous temples of their sects - Shwetambar, Digambar, Tera Panth and Bees Panth.

Shikharji Temple atop Parasnath Hills - view from GT Road 

Though I am not an expert in religious areas, the only expression that is befitting my little mind is the awe and mental peace that one attains visiting these shrines. This was, probably, the most strenuous yet the most peaceful visit that we had in this entire trip. A visit to the Jain Musuem, the Samosharan and Bhomiyaji Asthan fills the heart with peace.

A well-barricaded and fenced Central Reserve Police camp near the site added to the relief, and even though our car driver told tales of bombing and destruction in recent times, we felt little effect once we reached the popular Shikharji Tirth Sthal at Parasnath.

Overall, we loved the natural ambience. The weather was mild and the festive mood was too pompous for the Navratri celebrations. A quite farewell by the side of the river Barakar and we were ready to be back.

Quiet flows the Barakar beside Giridih township

I won’t encourage visitors to visit Giridih during troubled times. Just in case they wish to relax during peace, they should visit there … at least once!

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The Deathly Date

Here’s a story you may like to relish …

On a night like this, he would not have been out. But tonight, it was different. A chance introduction to Riya … at Royal Den.

She seemed different, he thought.

Speed-dating wasn’t new for Rahul. He remembered some hopeless hook-ups, a few one-night stands. But he relished charming faces, seductive bodies and much more!

He couldn’t decline her offer … he just couldn’t.

She was twenty-something, wearing a blue halter top embracing her tender body. Her necklace clung to the bare upper chest, inches above where the dress barely met her cleavage.

Riya loved the twinkle in Rahul’s eyes! His smile, bit sly, felt good. She loved to gamble … with life.

A bonding seemed imminent as they started. Riya enjoyed talking, sitting by his side, eyes glued to Rahul’s.

After an hour, their voices turned softer. It was then he needed to relieve himself.

When Rahul returned from toilet, they were already served the fifth peg. But Riya wasn’t there. He dragged his eyes all around, she wasn’t visible. He waited … and waited.

Yes, Riya had vanished! Rahul approached the bar-tender, but he avoided. The crowd was all over, with their unusual rush for drinks.

He came out, unknowingly, attempting to locate her. Park Street traffic was less but not insignificant. Rahul hesitated to walk. For once, his legs shivered.

A tea stall near the Royd Street crossing was doing brisk business. Three men relished their sips. Rahul saw them, looking straight at him.

‘Lost something?’, someone asked. He figured the dark face with a noticeably protruding front tooth.

Did Rahul see a similar face inside the pub? He couldn’t make out.

Suddenly, he sensed a movement near his hip pocket. A knife, may be a razor … he was being robbed of his wallet. Rahul’s eyes twitched, he whispered,

‘Riya’

‘Go back … it’s late now’, the guy quipped.

Instead he limped a few steps forward, towards the dingy lane that veered off the main road.

No sooner he reached halfway, he saw her … dark halter top … her necklace sparkled. She stopped. And then flash … the sound of a weapon digging deep inside his underbelly. He collapsed.

Within minutes, his lifeless body was removed, washed from the scene.

This bartender saw Riya again. She was back at the bar … within hours, in pink spaghetti top …

Waiting for another date, may be.

I am BACK from vacations!! Hope you had a wonderful festival time!!

Happy Vijaya Dashami and enjoy the festive mood!!

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Is Nano a menace?

It doesn’t make any difference, since we were never so close to industry. Industrial revolution happened in Europe and America when we were sleeping under the Brits. Whether workers toil hard, or hardly toil, it never made a difference.

We know how to close industry, how to demonize trade unions … and so on.

After all, industries are a menace. The rich keep getting money … and the poor gets poorer. Poor salaries, extensive stress … and a penny saved at the end of month!

The sad game of capitalists, don’t you agree?

So, when the no-nonsense big bro of business came to be part of our fertile land, we were flummoxed. Little did we know that Ratanbabu was interested in making a small car in this fertile land of communists. And a place he chose, and the deal he signed.

Small car? deal? Does it make any difference to us?

Never, since commies don’t need cars … and cars are not base of fertile land … and that both commies and agriculture are almost … naah, what the heck I am writing!!

My idle brains … oh, such a miserable plight that I live with. Aaaaaah!

What was I saying … small cars, yes, and a car that is small. Like bicycles, nay may be supplementing bikes at the most. Then what will happen to the roaming Romeos on bikes?

And Ratanbabu is a bachelor … he should have thought.

Or may be the bikers who run through the neighbourhoods, screaming slogans of red army or the now famous, didi’s brigade!! Well, just gives a glimpse of how important bikes are to us … both ways.

So, bikes are not replaceable. Not at least till the Romeos rule or the mobile brigades are part of political life.

Then what good is a small car? Well, according to didi’s gospel, it is not much better than the four hundred acres. Now what’s the acres’ story?

Long, long ago, there came a mail to her … from Ratanbabu’s company that said (and we have to believe), that the small car company needs just around six hundred fifty acres.

Down with the remaining four hundred … well almost! Subtract Six hundred fifty from Nine hundred ninety seven … and whatever you get, she is crying for it.

Now, Didi is a didi … the messiah of downtrodden. With a Gandhian Governor who minces no words when he is told about the miserable condition of the farmers in the region.

Worse than Vidharba? Well then, she should have learnt a lesson from the Cricket Board chief, Sharad Pawar (well, not anymore … his rule of the willow is over!!). The connection between Vidharba and the Cricket Board is very similar to the connection between small car and fertile land!!

And the compensation package? That’s another story. And majority farmers sold their land and a minority rejected, is another democratic story from the world’s largest democracy.

Anyway, all said and done, nothing clicked. Why will it click? Is a small car required by commies, or is there enough fertile land for cars? With commies speaking about agriculture till last decade, let their brains remain filled with remorse for now.

Let Ratanbabu say ‘Ta Ta’.

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The Ideal Warrior

I was almost ready to write on the new-look ibibo blogs when the television attracted my attention. Nation’s capital was saluting a brave police officer on his final journey today.

The decision to write on ibibo can come some other day … but let this not fail me.

To lose a gallant police officer in a successful encounter against terrorists is like a shot in the arm to the country’s protectors. And let me mince no more words, this shows a fight back … against all perpetrators of terror.

My intent is not just to eulogize a police officer and such great men in uniform from all over the country. He is a hero to us, not only as a person who dared to start the encounter unprotected, but also as a person who put the ball back.

Right into the court of those who think religious fanaticism is glorious than patriotism.

In a country where the density of population and archaic religious sentiments ruin the chance of peace from terrorists, such single-handed dedication to uproot the enemy camp is always commendable.

And he did that in style. So did the head constable who is still recovering from injuries and the team of guards who dealt a severe blow to the terror gang. Two dead, including the kingpin, and some arrested … makes for an incredible success story.

Time has come to deal some more harsh blows … and here’s one of them into the camp of terror-mongers. Let those scoundrels who provoke terror in the name of religion be aware … we also know how to retaliate.

News is also on that US has intensified its bombing operation along the borders of our western neighbours and deliberately destroying training camps of future terrorists. We need to be careful not to lose this opportunity … to fight eye for an eye.

Until these dealers of terror relinquish … once and for all.

The agenda of terror seems long destroyed, now the time has come when they just resort to panic … and send deliberate messages to the institution … intending to shake them.

Do you see a reason in all of this destruction of terror? I don’t.

My mind goes back to the family of the officer whose tears we need to repay very soon. Our law protectors and citizens should learn a lesson from this onslaught. And we shall continue to deny these destructors of peace any more piece of this nation’s harmony.

Hail Officer Mohan Chand Sharma! We salute you.

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The Idle Life

There are scriptures, and there are religious transcriptions that symbolize transformation of religious requirements to meet the social needs of humankind. The Purana extensively deals with the narration of Universal existence – from its creation to eventual destruction.

And it is replete with references to the heavenly Trimurti – the Holy troika of Brahma, Vishnu and Maheshwar (or Shiva) – to symbolize a communion that has maintained the universal balance.

One such heavenly communion was noticed not very early, may be as early as the last trimester of the solar calendar in the year 1968.

This was the time in Heaven when Lord Vishnu felt restless having rested over the Shesha Naga in His celestial abode at Vaikuntha. Around this time, most of the dasavatara (or the ten incarnations) were created. Only the Kalki (or the avatar to herald the end of Kaliyuga) was yet to descend in the earthly form.

Lord was relaxed, as most events were already planned as per the Vishnu Purana.

In this ever expansive celestial abode, the other two significant forces were engaged in an enchanting commotion. Lord Shiva, the supreme deity to transform or destroy, was eager to maintain galactic harmony, as man neared towards his first mission to the nearest moon.

As luck would have it, the space beyond the earth’s atmosphere was just scaled. Seven years back, the Soviet cosmonaut Yuri Alexeyevich Gagarin had looked from his Vostok spacecraft to the planet earth and exclaimed,

“… How wonderful. It is amazing …”

Lord Vishnu wasn’t alarmed, since His celestial wisdom always preceded the humane. According to Him, there were certain aspects that needed a precise calculation of the earth’s distance to the nearest natural satellite – the moon.

Lord Brahma, the creator, was in doubt. This concept of transcending boundaries meant the eternal conflict of human’s mind with that of the heavenly. He knew that men and women could never rest till the final frontier was over.

God forbid, some day he might test the simulation of the very creation of Universe – the Big Bang!!

Having created the Prajapatis to signal the great human race, Lord Brahma wasn’t sure of the implication to this race. A race beyond the frontiers of planetary movement was indeed worth looking at with some discomfort. He could not remain content with creation, as man was indeed jumping beyond his planetary needs.

It was one fine day when the Julian calendar showed the month of November 1968. Up above the world, Lord Vishnu was restless … having felt a heavenly premonition for a need to justify man’s tryst with outer space and beyond.

When Lord Shiva invoked his third eye, the devalok (or the Heavenly space) trembled. He wanted immediate demolition of devices that man had planned for his ascent to space.

Lord Brahma intervened.  He saw the need to remain calm, and recommended an eternal communion with Lord Vishnu. In one such communion, the troika took a recess … breaking from the regular rituals of adhyatma (or the knowledge of soul).

And the first drop of life fell of from their cudgels to the planet. This life, though enjoying the relaxed mood of the Trinity, had the ultimate urgency to justify its human existence.

The Lords of the Trinity realized it late, by the time the first few drops of life were breathing inside the womb of the mother.

A later day rendition of the devil’s workshop, here is how the man with the Idle Mind was conceived. Needless to say, his urgency to create is also a relaxed phenomenon … having seen his creators enjoy a recess in communion, with a lazy state of mind.

However, the eagerness to resolve is always there. This recess was a precursor to some heavy mental movements, the urge to create being the only one that the Idle Mind imbibed.

Don’t blame me if you are too confused. I feel relieved having shared this eternal confusion. This had remained with me for too long!

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Mungeri Lal Zindabaad!

I had written a first cut of this post in Sulekha last September. A year has passed, and thought I should share with you all as well, with some minor revisions.

When I met him, a bindaas young man … he was entrenched firmly in his life of comic fantasy. We met over the small tube … the picture tube that connected his world to mine.

And he came on the small tube every week, at least for me!

His winking eyes … every ready to reminisce the fascinating unknown … as he dreamt of the wonderful life. While my staring ones found union with the fantasy land that he invented through his winks. The experience was the same. He winked his eyes while I thought if life could be so much fun!

Those nicer moments of time … idle variations of thoughts … and those dynamic dilemma of destiny!! Oooh, did I express a lot? Ideas matter most, so is the will to dream … passionately. To devour this life as if it is a fairy tale from yore.

Though my life never fell anywhere close to his, yet I became jealous. If Mungeri could have a decent enough dream of his days … why can’t I?

Many were cynical … asking why do we need a person like him. Even our Madam Gandhi, as an opposition leader, remarked … knowing little that we need people like Mungeri to dream big … fantasize whatever little is left with life.

I dedicate this post to all dreamers … big and small … black and white … fat and slim … rich and poor … women and men!!

As we trudge our way to eternity, let’s pause for a moment … and take those winks to see the life that … could have been. Those haseen sapne … beautiful world all around … glamorous people … wonderful surroundings … pleasing company … and so on.

Yes, life resembles a dream if we are dreamers!

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Come September

For some reason, some of you may be thinking I am dying to recollect or review the movie of the same name. No, I am not … and to be honest with you, I don’t recollect having seen this film entirely in one sitting.

Foolish me, since I have never been exposed to many good little things from life. My fault and I accept it wholeheartedly.

But let it come the way it is!

First memories of September were the chilly early mornings that swept across the land of Haryana where I was born. Preparing for school, the bundle of books on my back … and so many more that I fail to even remember.

Early seventies, or was it?

September reminds me of the Second World War, something that changed the way world looked at the group of nations – a dictator’s demise and the birth of the ‘isms’. Our earth was never same again … with a division among the lines that started an inevitable Cold War.

The last potent memory was when during a morning of the second week of September, a friend just called me to inform that the Twin Towers was on fire. Too many known faces were inside too many floors of these towers.

That was a chilling recollection … just that fate played a good game with some of them … while others were ruthlessly destroyed.

My memories of a place that I visited more than once changed forever.

September brings back the nostalgic past … of the good ones, and the not good ones. For once, with the rain clouds making way for the autumn breeze, lazily floating above … strange idleness grapples my mind.

And today, so many Septembers away from these happenings, some of these seem like events from the last generation. Many from today don’t know the World War, 9/11 seems to have happened around a decade back … and my birth, well … will discuss some other time!!

Are we really growing old?

September reminds me of the Labor Day weekend shopping in US. A weekend of sales and sops galore … some items bought still shining today. And September meant craving for the Puja festivities back home. A momentary homesick feeling … a time for an emotional outpouring to family members in India for a union that was not to be.

A visit to a charity since last year gave me some peace of mind. September (or the end of third quarter) is when we fulfill our corporate social responsibility. Sitting beside those who have not got what they deserved and sharing such things with them gives completeness – never relished in anything that we do otherwise.

Such is the magic of September!

Come September, the way it has always come before … the uncertainty, the emotion and the chilling. Let it conquer our hearts as it never did before.

As it unfolds, shake your memory cells a little. From tiny bubbles formed from events of past, do you recollect anything that is related to September?

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The Spirit Of Olympics

No mean achievement!

Three medals, some good hope and a bit of rhetoric is all that we gained from this Olympics. Not that I am sad, since this performance (a gold and pair of bronze) is by far the best performance by Indians.

As an Indian, I am quite proud of it.

To me, the Olympic spirit is still in participating. Even in this ‘me-me’ age, when getting a fair share in return seems to be the mantra, Olympian traditions still makes me believe in participating to remain focused with

Citius, Altius, Fortius (Swifter, Higher and Stronger)

The surge to improve should be there, yet the medal count can always be treated as a secondary purpose (a by-product may be). However, the complex question is – if faster, higher and stronger gets better of many, can a medal be far behind?

It is fairly understood … yet none will deny that the focus should be a part of the tradition that dates beyond the immediate past. Here is a sports carnival where we are merged more with tradition than anything else.

Winning, medals … and individual brilliance will definitely come … but later.

Source: Getty images

Consider the case of South African Natalie du Toit, who lost her lower leg in an accident eight years back. She did not finish in the top three, but she did finish courageously, clocking no less than a respectable time.

And without a leg to get the speed and the strength to swim! Bravo Natalie!!

British athlete Paula Radcliffe, at 34 is the world record holder in marathon. And US swimmer, Dara Torres, at 41 is the idol that supermoms of this age can look up to. Torres, incidentally, bagged two silver medals after beating a rival who was 25 years her junior.

That’s the spirit of this hallowed game from Greece!!

Add to that the cheerleaders from China … and the Paraguayan model-turned-athlete, Leryn Franco, who have grabbed headlines not by their sheer power of strength and stamina, but for the spirit in which they enjoyed these games.

To this day, I believe our boys and girls must feel a lot happier. I saw the tennis duo Paes-Bhupathi play against champion doubles team of Federer-Wawrinka on TV, and it didn’t appear that they lagged the professionalism anywhere. In sports, a win or a loss is not all, the challenge to give a great performance is.

I must also admire the grit and determination of our badminton star, Saina Nehwal, who almost looked certain to get through to the semis. Or, take the case of the tennis player Achanta Sharath Kamal. Before his last match, he was looking confident in participating.

Concluding the spirit, both Akhil Kumar and Jitendar Kumar will definitely treasure moments they encountered in boxing rings of Beijing. And reasons they became famous for!!

We may talk about champion swimmer Phelps or sprinter Bolt, but at the end of the day, unsung heroes also bring a lot of Olympian pride back home.

Long live the spirit of Olympics, and let India prosper with every passing one!

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Beyond the Meet

Time: 2:30 PM

Date: August 15, 2008

Venue: Swabhumi, Kolkata

There are times when the heart beats a bit faster than normal. And there are moments that stand still for hours to follow.

When I met blogger Manjula on the steps of Swabhumi, such was my feeling. For the next half-hour or so, five more bloggers joined. Each had their face looking bright in anticipation of the thrill that was waiting to unfold.

Some of them, like Solaris, Surya Pratim are with us for a long time. While others like Dipankar are champions in their own rights. Rakhi and Gopa are fresh faces who make us feel proud of tomorrow.

In all, seven bloggers (including yours truly) from the city and surrounding towns converged in to Swabhumi.

Within no time, the restaurant (Paschima) where we sat was full of voices … the timid and the terrible all together!

Age was never a factor, yet the fact that experienced minds outpoured their feelings about writing … and that too, writing well, was well-enjoyed.

Dipankar-da watches as the cameras go crazy!

Solaris and Gopa are quieter, and it requires some time for them to speak. Though I have known them from around the time they joined, they are occasional speakers, not like the ‘talkative Bong’ class that comprised the others.

Kebab followed with a stir fry … delicious to the core … the menu was just appropriate with the mood. A glass of soft-drink … and we had the perfect company to an exemplary conversation.

While Manjula-di talked about how she would love all of her relatives at ibibo to write more (and she has quite a big bunch of relatives in ibibo, let me add), Dipankar-da stressed at good writing everywhere. The conversation between Dipankar-da and Manjula-di was quite interesting to note.

Dipankar-da and Manjula-di discuss intently as Solaris and Rakhi listen

Solaris recalled the mystic past, about bloggers regularly contributed to decent writing and stayed away from the bloggers big hunt for cash. Gopa listened, yet acknowledged that her commitment to blogging was getting more and more interesting.

Rakhi, probably the chirpiest of the lot, added little anecdotes that make up for the interest of their times around the blogging community. Surya stressed on his intent to remain focused to improvise with various additions to the medium of blogging, like pictures, videos, songs and so on. He is as vibrant as he writes!

Manjula-di’s husband, who has joined recently, has a tough challenge ahead … and as he participated in the discussion, felt that his contribution will take some time to mature.

Veterans Mr Sengupta, Dipankar-da and Surya

A matter of a few hours flew like minutes, and when we decided to leave, we had been together for well over three and half hours!!

As I left the place, I felt amused. Some of these bloggers had indicated to me that they will leave much earlier than six. Yet, when they came together, they simply forgot other commitments!!

 

Surya films something for the future!!

This is the magic of bonding … and, let me honestly confess, has intoxicated me too.

The most wonderful part is that we will meet again. Preparations for the next meet will start very soon.

I don’t have words to thank all who came. And for those who preferred to stay away, may you read between the lines to feel the joy, the pulse of so many minds who chose to connect … and succeeded.   

Hope to grow bigger and better next time!!

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Me the Idol

The devilish mind beckons. What else do I wish for? A day that had to be celebrated with the Creator and the Mother is long over. I am yet to see the Creator, and my mom left me seven years back. I will never see her again.

So, I fall back for my other instinct of life – you all know what an idle mind is famous for!!

I was always shown role-models, but never aspired to be one. None ever asked anyone to follow me in life.

Devils don’t have followers, they have believers. That’s what I think.

Idolizing is good for gods and god-like mentors, godfathers and guides. Ever heard of a devil idol? Well then, here’s someone who wishes to be one.

My profile is up here since the last eighteen months. And most know how tricky I am. And how messy, and chaotic my feelings are. I am in the running for the champion of champions … as a devil of course. And the contest in question is – ibibo idol.

Do praise me for my efforts to idolize the dark, dingy and discreet dimensions of life. At least try to … for once, else your life may well not see the light of its own!

I am in Love

That I always was! Even if none cares, isn’t my fault anyways. The earliest this happened, I was in eighth grade. Now you may frown, and yes, I was ripe enough to caress my romantic feelings.

And this lady teacher was a good looking lady in her early twenties. Beware, she wasn’t married either. A perfect partner fit for this passionate purpose.

Perhaps just the spark was missing.

Do romantics need a spark? It is always there, and will be there. As long as this body and soul have life, can love be far behind?

This lady teacher came to become the class-teacher of first grade. I felt proud, not because she was the youngest teacher in the school, but it was something else. I counted the age difference between us … it was well less than ten.

I said, Wow!!

To this day, I remember the way I made it to watch her taking a class. In fact, this idle mind was the smartest student in her general knowledge class. Most important, she praised me a lot. Not for my looks, but the attention that I gave to my studies in her class.

You could be in my school those days … and find me helping her in managing her class after hours.

Very soon, I was seen walking back from school with her … deep in discussions. In other times, may be, presenting her with a self-made painting or a craft work that she admired. Straight from heart!

She was present whenever I participated in any sports or cultural event. A sure source of motivation, a pat on my back was what I least expected. But she always obliged.

The touch felt so sweet … something I never experienced since.

I left my school after the ninth grade … and no wonder a few months later I was informed that she has decided to … go the family way. Yes, she got married after I left the school.

Though she never invited me for her wedding, yet a letter came from her just after she reached her in-laws in Jaipur. The content was very touching and personal, dare I say that!

To this day, I cherish this relation. Now, you call this a simple ‘crush’?

Oh God, forgive them for they know not what they say!

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