Shabeer had come from Dubai for the first time after he left India a year back. Meeting him gave me special joy for more than one reason. The first was that of meeting a college friend after a year, and the second was not yet known until we both sat at sweet home in the evening for coffee. It was then that I met the most beautiful creations that one could dream to be with.
She had a serene like charm that could win any man’s heart, her eyes had gracious power and in it I lost myself deep in her, that the first sip of coffee hurt my tongue. She spoke with her eyes, her lips never moved even when the whole of public at the cafeteria smiled at her, for some time I was confused about her ability to speak, and the very next moment she spoke and her voice had the melody of Taylor swift singing to the tones of Mozart of Madras.
Dressed up in black and silver with a black HIJAB that covered her beauty from the strangers, she sat opposite my chair, along with Shabeer. Although my body sat there in front of her, in my mind, I had already extended my hands for friendship and more than that for all love I had developed for her in my heart. Shabeer’s sound brought me back to sense and I had my first hand shake with her, the touch of her soft, moist, warm, lucrative palm send passionate love current to my spine.
That was the time I decided she would be part of my life and I would win her at any cost, time passed by and on my trip to Doha two months back, I again met her, the same smile, the same smell and even the same dress, after having talked about the whole thing with my father, going against his emotional worries, I finally proposed her with a toast, and she readily agreed as if she had been waiting for me to hold her hands.
My friends and family liked her, I loved her more than all the girls who have been in and out of my life, we lived together, shared each and every thought I had, she sung all the tunes I loved to hear, my wrist always found comfort in her palm, we woke up to see each other, hugged to bid good bye, all my dreams were captured in her heart, and then the inevitable happened.
We both slept kissing good night, woke up to see each other and my sleep made me take turns, had to look away from her for some time, and when I turned back, she had gone, taking away all the happiness she had given, all the things that made me remind her, she vanished into the dry madras air or someone took her along, breaking my heart and I again fell on bed and this time it was lack of oxygen.
Her loss have given immense pain, She walked away creating an empty space in my life that even better looking ones of her gene does not sooth my heart. She was the solace I had in all my sorrows, just a finger touch on her palm and happiness poured in, she opened my windows to the outer world, let me explore new avenues, never complained of my arrogance or anger, her innocence had made me fall for her in deep and passionate love, and that reminds me of the saying that do not love anyone or anything more than your lord for your lord is the one who has blessed you with it.
On the 8th of September 2010, morning 9.15 while almost every other living soul in my hostel slept, my Nokia e-72, metallic maroon body, silver back, IMEI No: 351513049316943,updated on 31st march 2010 went missing in my bed. I suspect it to be theft so does the police and the hostel inmates, but no one actually knows who took it away. Every time I pass through a mobile store or I hear a SWADES theme music ringing in some ones phone, memories fly by. It lived with me for exactly sixty four days, and all those sixty four days I have had sun shine in my life.
If it doesn’t exist anymore in this world then waiting for its re birth, and if it still exists in some part of India waiting for it to return home, and if it still exists outside India, I would have to kill it, blocking all others who would want to use it.
T.R.K
Friday, September 24, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
The Conjure
After having stayed two days with Rameez and Nashmal, at their rented flat in cochin, I and Wasiq were to set back our journey home. The holly month entering its last ten days and the believers of the book doing any thing and everything possible to forfeit their sins, we re-scheduled our selves so as to reach home in time for break fast.
As per Nashmal's enquiries, the bus to my home town was at 2 pm, by the time we reached the depot, it was already over crowded like any Indian bus. Having no uncertainities in mind I and Wasiq borded the bus, walking past the standing passangers, we settled our selves in the later half of the bus, where there were no standing passengers.
The bus started to move and we were lucky enough to notice a man of late fourties trying to vacate his seat, with immense joy, i made Wasiq to sit, not just that he was my younger sibling, but he is a Middle east product as of now and havent had the experience of long travels with out a seat.
It wasn't much to the embarkation that i found a girl of early twenties standing at a distance of 10 feet. She looked like those ones who took an oath in her mother's womb, that she would never give up her 'size zero'. Wearing a skinny salwar kameez, her hair's length almost touching the end of her spines, spoting the typical keralite 'sindoor' on her forehead, eyes full of innocence, specs that had a thin frame black in colour, and a dark blue school bag on her shoulders (i still wonder why she never kept that in the luggage rack) and with a partly made up smile she stood there holding the metal bar on the roof.
There was some sort of an electric vibe that struck me, i happened to gaze at her, and it continued for quite some time, i turned of the music in my head phone, turned my eyes on to other things around so as to deviate my attention from her, i at times felt there was a spark in her eye that kept me gazing on to her, scratched my head in thoughts, trying hard to find out the last time i had met this lady standing ten feet away.
The bus moved at its constant speed, passengers moved in and out, the girl still didn't move out of my sight. Was it at the Ideal feasta that we met last, or was it at the 'Sicasa' in chennai, i cursed my brains for not responding in time like an out dated processor in Azad's laptop, the inability to recognise her turned the nostalgia into sadness and anger. It was then i realised that she was gazing at me too, not always but our eyes did meet at times, and each time our eyes met her lips widened a bit, and she turned her eyes down.
I recollected all that i could from the one fourth of my brain that was in use, her face did appear to be known and seen many times, but her name nor the place where i saw remained a question mark. That was the time i thought i would put my steps forward and try and talk to her, find out the last time we met, as i put my right leg forward the bus stoped at the Trissur bus depot and she walked smiling towards me, i for once did thank god for giving the girl the memory and courage to walk up to me. With a small smile and a ' do i know you ' attitude on my face, i was almost to forward my hands for a shake and a pretty beefed up shoulder rubbed my hand and i lost balance and slanted onto the seat next by, and with utmost anger when i turned back i saw the girl shaking hands with the man who was behind me. Immediatly changed my facial expressions, herd the message tone in my mobile, recollected my sence, found a vacant seat and looked back to the girl, and saw both of them walking out hand in hand.
Shrugged about the whole event, i read the text message on my screen. It read " beautiful women are like the mirage in the desert, attainable from far, deceptive at the end ". I raised my eye brow to make sure the sender wasn't GOD.
The bus moved on and Wasiq got the seat next me, and with a light voice i whispered..GOD DAMN - ILLUSION...!!!
T.R.K
As per Nashmal's enquiries, the bus to my home town was at 2 pm, by the time we reached the depot, it was already over crowded like any Indian bus. Having no uncertainities in mind I and Wasiq borded the bus, walking past the standing passangers, we settled our selves in the later half of the bus, where there were no standing passengers.
The bus started to move and we were lucky enough to notice a man of late fourties trying to vacate his seat, with immense joy, i made Wasiq to sit, not just that he was my younger sibling, but he is a Middle east product as of now and havent had the experience of long travels with out a seat.
It wasn't much to the embarkation that i found a girl of early twenties standing at a distance of 10 feet. She looked like those ones who took an oath in her mother's womb, that she would never give up her 'size zero'. Wearing a skinny salwar kameez, her hair's length almost touching the end of her spines, spoting the typical keralite 'sindoor' on her forehead, eyes full of innocence, specs that had a thin frame black in colour, and a dark blue school bag on her shoulders (i still wonder why she never kept that in the luggage rack) and with a partly made up smile she stood there holding the metal bar on the roof.
There was some sort of an electric vibe that struck me, i happened to gaze at her, and it continued for quite some time, i turned of the music in my head phone, turned my eyes on to other things around so as to deviate my attention from her, i at times felt there was a spark in her eye that kept me gazing on to her, scratched my head in thoughts, trying hard to find out the last time i had met this lady standing ten feet away.
The bus moved at its constant speed, passengers moved in and out, the girl still didn't move out of my sight. Was it at the Ideal feasta that we met last, or was it at the 'Sicasa' in chennai, i cursed my brains for not responding in time like an out dated processor in Azad's laptop, the inability to recognise her turned the nostalgia into sadness and anger. It was then i realised that she was gazing at me too, not always but our eyes did meet at times, and each time our eyes met her lips widened a bit, and she turned her eyes down.
I recollected all that i could from the one fourth of my brain that was in use, her face did appear to be known and seen many times, but her name nor the place where i saw remained a question mark. That was the time i thought i would put my steps forward and try and talk to her, find out the last time we met, as i put my right leg forward the bus stoped at the Trissur bus depot and she walked smiling towards me, i for once did thank god for giving the girl the memory and courage to walk up to me. With a small smile and a ' do i know you ' attitude on my face, i was almost to forward my hands for a shake and a pretty beefed up shoulder rubbed my hand and i lost balance and slanted onto the seat next by, and with utmost anger when i turned back i saw the girl shaking hands with the man who was behind me. Immediatly changed my facial expressions, herd the message tone in my mobile, recollected my sence, found a vacant seat and looked back to the girl, and saw both of them walking out hand in hand.
Shrugged about the whole event, i read the text message on my screen. It read " beautiful women are like the mirage in the desert, attainable from far, deceptive at the end ". I raised my eye brow to make sure the sender wasn't GOD.
The bus moved on and Wasiq got the seat next me, and with a light voice i whispered..GOD DAMN - ILLUSION...!!!
T.R.K
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