Every year Diwali brings new clothes, lots of fire crackers, sweets, etc. But this year, it also brought with it a larger than life experience. My brother had reached home just a day before Diwali. Having reached before him, I was waiting for him to come and then go shopping for the fire crackers together. On the eve of Diwali, in the afternoon, we decided to go. In the market, he gave me some money to buy the crackers and got busy on his phone. He told me to buy the crackers and that he would return in a while. After I had finished, I looked around but couldn’t find my brother. My brother is of a very silent persona. He generally keeps to himself or his small group of friends. He hates beggars. When I or my mother stop to give them alms, he gets irritated and starts cribbing. I kept searching and when I couldn’t find him in the rush, I decided to make a call on his phone. But the call went unanswered. Lots of thoughts crossed through my mind. There were hundreds of people there. It was difficult to search for him. Suddenly he called me up and asked me to come where the car had been parked. When I asked him where had he been he just made a few excuses and didn’t make an eye contact. I suddenly realised that he didn’t drive back to home. We were going ahead into the city. I kept on asking him but he didn’t reply. He suddenly stopped outside a narrow lane and took out a huge packet from the ‘dicky’ and asked me to accompany him. I couldn’t help except for giving puzzled looks. We walked further and saw lots of huts. I then came to know that my brother had left me there to buy crackers for the poor children living in this area. Now he was busy distributing them to him. I just stood still and kept smiling. I had never in my dreams imagined that such a change could dawn on my brother. We having got late in reaching home, my parents were calling us. My brother was still not answering them. He was busy with the children. But I wanted to be back home quickly to share with my parents what I had witnessed!
Thursday, 9 July 2009
Birthdays come and birthdays go,
Children grow young and parents old.
So shall we and so shall you.
So dear child,
When you went to school,
I enjoyed a game of pool.
When you with your friends make merry,
I enjoy a ride of ferry.
With your partner when you’ll romance,
I’ll also enjoy a rain dance!
When you’ll teach your child to write,
I’ll teach him how to fly a kite!
However old I may be,
Existence of my inner child shall never cease.
In you I’ve found myself afresh,
You’ve brought in my life a fresh breeze!
Sunday, 28 June 2009
Friday, 8 May 2009
She could not control her emotions. Her husband had been killed last year just a day after their second marriage anniversary. He had been sleeping in his room when someone strangled him to death. Sheela had been sleeping alongside but could not sense the danger because the killer had made her unconscious by a strong dose of chloroform. She woke up in the morning only to find that Ravi’s dead body was lay beside her all night. She was dumbstruck. The man with whom she had just celebrated two years of togetherness had left her. She was too terrified to scream. She soon got up and went to the guest room where her brother Ashok, his wife and children were sleeping. She woke them up and they ran towards Sheela’s room. The police was soon called and investigations began. The killer had left no trace; no finger prints, no articles. But Sheela had immense self control. She was not overruled by emotions.
The formalities were over within a week and Ashok and his family left soon after as Ashok had to return to his work. Sheela would regularly call the police station to enquire about the progress of the case but to her dismay, she got only one answer, “Ma’am the search is on.” Ashok was too busy in his work to offer any help to his sister besides consolation. Sheela had been running from pillar to post to get the case solved. Ravi had been transferred to this city just a month before the murder and so, they didn’t even have any servants whom one could suspect. Time heals wounds but some wounds are too deep to be healed quickly.
Sheela took up a job as a typist in a local college at a salary which was enough to suffice her requirements. But the horror of the murder and the memories of Ravi lingered on. She was leaving no stone unturned in helping the police; providing all the details asked for, going to the police station whenever called for. There was some guiding force within her that didn’t let her lose hope and she moved further.
She had just returned from work today when she got this call. Without wasting anymore time, she quickly grabbed the keys of her scooter and rushed. When she reached the station, she saw that the inspector was in deep thought. He asked her to sit and Sheela had just said, “who is…?” when he said in a direct tone, “I’ll call the killer but don’t lose your self control after seeing the person.” Sheela was too anxious to know who the killer was to pay attention to what the inspector said. She just nodded quickly. The inspector called his sub-ordinates and asked them to produce the killer before them. Sheela was thanking God for her prayers had been answered and as she lifted her head up, she couldn’t believe her eyes. The person standing before her was Ashok’s wife, Reena. For a few moments, Sheela was quiet. Her heart plunged into grief. She had never thought that her own sister-in-law would be the cause of her life’s dramatic turn. She didn’t say anything to Reena and turned her face away and asked the officer how the case had been solved.
The night the murder took place, Reena was wearing a red shirt with a black trouser. When the police had come to Sheela’s place in the morning, and walked past Ravi’s bed, suddenly there was a notch in his trouser on the side of his left leg. There had been a nail protruding out from the bed towards Ravi’s head side. He observed a similar kind of a notch and that too on the part of left leg on Reena’s trousers. This could have happened only when someone unaware of the nail had gone too close to Ravi. Since Ravi was aware of the nail , there was no notch in his clothes. Also later on, Reena had confessed of being the murderer. Ravi and Reena had been together at college and Reena had developed a strong liking for him. But Ravi didn’t respond in the manner she expected and refused to marry her. He did this not only once but on many occasions even in front of her friends whenever Reena tried to approach him. Reena had thus become a subject of ridicule and this had infuriated her. Also, many times, Ravi had refused to go to Reena’s place on her invitation on the pretext of being busy. All this led to the consequence which changed Sheela’s life forever. Reena also told the police that earlier she had planned to kill Sheela but since that night when she entered the room, she saw Sheela lying in such a position which could make it difficult for her to strangle her while she could easily do so to Ravi. Moreover, killing Sheela would have had far more dangerous consequences because Ravi would have lost all his control and done anything to ensure that Reena got the most severe punishment utilising all the resources at his disposal, he being the secretary of the divisional commissioner of the city. Sheela’s thirst for the killer had been quenched but leaving her amazed at the feeble nature of relations..