Shashank’s Raudra was fierce….didn’t know he could fill in so much power in just 55 words. And I picked his brain on it, up came the reply knowledge implies an application to it thus I tried to write my 55 words on Karunya. Well I haven’t seen a more powerful fiction writer be it FSF or 55 words. So am waiting what he brings for us on Compassion/Tragedy.
“Show some more anger, the fury, make it look real” shouted Arvind Kohli, directing the sequel of the epic war movie – AAryavarta.
Suryaveer ran with all passion towards Asooresh to jump, the rope would lift him 7 feet high and drop him to pierce the dagger in his heart.
As the rope lifted the dagger again fell of his hands, Kohli shouting, “cutttt….., do you realize it’s the climax scene…hold the dagger tight and hit it hard.”
Suryaveer, the narcissist short tempered superstar, was exhausted with heavy makeup costume and upset at Kohli for giving him a light fake dagger, he replaced it with a heavy real one that was brought from Udaipur museum to show to actors.
Take 53 – Suryaveer ran furiously, jumped as the rope pulled him and lowered quicker than usual as he hit the dagger deep in Asooresh’s chest who instantly fell on his back – “Superb shot!” Kohli sounded elated as Suryaveer stared at his faux pas.
“Ananya, you got to write the next post.” he reminded the 15th time as patiently as first.
“I will post it Shashank, you know I have to do so much work, practice guitar, read….” I tried giving fake excuses.
He smiled…that was enough to write the post as soon as I could.
The Raudra Rasa is disagreeable, destructive rasa, while it has its use in communication. This energy of anger expresses itself from mild irritation up to real fury.
When expectations are not fulfilled, the ego may feel neglected or treated incorrectly, this forms the basis of anger.
“Do you realize what you have done?” she asked ashamed.
“Yes, but it just happened and I didn’t initiate it, Sunil did.” He said without remorse.
“And more over Pa says, I will be out in 10 days.” He continued, eating the first morsel from the tiffin.
“Yes, sure you will be, have you wondered you spoiled a young girl’s life? The media has exposed her name…newspapers are running stories on her like an autobiography. Where would she get work, who would marry her? Don’t you feel sorry for what you did?” She almost screamed.
“Are you my mother or hers? She shouldn’t have been in a pub at 11 pm in the first place. Delhi anyway is not a safe place. On top of it, she started arguing with Sunil when all he had done was to ask her to dance with him as she looked really hot. Her telling him ‘be a man and back-off’ cost her. Good she will now never try it again, she knows how much of men we four are.” he said sarcastically, drinking the kheer his mother had brought in the tiffin.
“Yes son you are so right, I was relieved when the nurse had announced it’s a boy as I was under a lot of pressure from your grandparents. Your father’s joy knew no bounds as his business empire got an heir. I know I cannot reverse what happened to the girl but this is my way of proving to her that I am by her side. And all I pray God today is may you be born as a woman the next birth.” She said wrapping the tiffin containers, as her son turned blue oozing froth from his mouth.
Ananya clad in a burka just to avoid acquaintances, turned right onto the narrow Barauni lane, she read the piece of paper from under her veil, Room no 113, Kisbar makaan, Barauni road, Bihar 851116 it read. She was in the right lane as she paced to find the said building.
“Bhaijaan….Bhaijaan” she hushed knocking the door.
“ji, aayiye.” Abdul said opening the door.
“Is it ready?” enquired Ananya.
“How many?” questioned Abdul.
“Two.” confirmed Ananya.
“Ok.” Abdul walked to the other room where the karigars (workers) were seated engrossed working. Ananya sat on a rolled cotton mattresses looking nervously around the dusty dingy room. She kept shaking her legs making her restlessness evident. Abdul returned in 5 minutes. She got up but again sat down after Abdul gestured her to do so.
“These are the best handmade pistols in India. Munger made pistol come with a guarantee of never giving up on the owner. “ he said with utmost pride assembling the pistols.
“One magazine is free with each piece. Hope you know how to operate it? Do you want it for yourself? Why two?” He looked at her handing one of them on her hand.
“No…no I don’t.” As Ananya held it with trembling hands.
Adbul demoed it to her without firing a shot. Ananya tried it on another the same way. He wrapped both in a piece of cloth and gave it to her.”
“I am giving this to you as you are Nisreen’s friend. Handle with care, it’s no joke.” He warned her.
Ananya kept the wrapped pieces in her bag that hung from her shoulder. “ji bhaijaan.” She responded handing over the bundle of notes to Abdul. “It’s as agreed 30 for 2.”
“Where did you arrange this Ananya?” he questioned again.
Ananya just turned and walked silently, she would never tell anyone that she robbed her own house of the money kept for her marriage.
“True lovers we are.” Anupam said in a confident tone kissing Ananya’s forehead. He scanned the surroundings swiftly not a soul except for the maize crop that swayed with the wind.
“My parents will never agree or understand our true love. They have never understood me in the past 16 years.” Ananya said handing over the cloth wrapped pistol.
“I know, I know. My family is my father and where has he understood me in past 23 years, I never tried convincing him for any girl I had an affair with earlier, I love you truly and tried telling him and what did I get a slap in return. No one can understand us Ananya, no one. Have you not heard of all the true love stories, the give up on their lives for oneness.” Spoke Anupam boastfully.
“My ma loves me a lot; I don’t know what will happen of her. My father, I am the only child. I am scared Anupam, are we doing right?” Ananya was scared and sceptical.
“I always knew your love was not true. True lovers never question, they just sacrifice. They don’t chicken out like you. What will you love when you can’t do this much. You are ordinary just like others. ” Exclaimed Anupam angrily.
“No, please don’t be upset. I know this is the only way to be together. I have faith. I will do anything for our union, our oneness.” She said picking up the pistol.
“Okay.” Anupam picked the pistol too.
“Now listen to me carefully. I will count 3….2….and at the count of 1, we both say I love you and shoot. Here…” he said pointing at his heart. They both stood up, he smooched her deep before pushing her a foot apart pointing the pistol at her. Ananya tried to hold the pistol straight with unsteady hands.
“3….” Anupam said aloud.
“2….” He continued.
“1…..”
“I love….” Ananya whispered with a choked voice tears rolling down her face.
A gun shot disturbed all the birds as they scattered in the evening sky chirping loud. One body fell on the ground with a bullet hit in the head. Anupam walked towards her, shook the body with his foot. He pulled her dupatta and placed it on her head. He walked away smiling without remorse screaming “I love you Ananya, I love you…..Love…hahah…my foot.” His phone rang, the name flashed Nisreen.
This post is my written variation to the song I am addicted to these days. Watch it and join the addiction, do not miss the video.
The early morning rays fell on Rohan’s face, he immediately placed his hand on his eyes trying to get the comforting shadow to avoid the brightness. The other hand scanned the bed trying to find Ananya. “Ananya” he called out. She did not answer.
He lay on the bed for another few minutes thinking she would return from the bathroom. Feeling restless he swiftly moved out of the bed, calling her out louder than before, “Ananya….where are you?” He opened the bathroom door and moved the shower curtain she was nowhere to be seen. He searched every corner of the two room suit at the Starlite Inn to avoid a chance of a foolish prank. She was absent.
He walked out of the room; a stout housekeeper gave a blank look. “Have you seen my wife, Ananya?” he questioned the housekeeper. “No sir, I didn’t see anyone go out, I am here since 30 minutes.” He ran through the floor and took the stairs down to the reception. Hurriedly he asked the receptionist, “Did you see Ananya, my wife?” The man behind the counter looked with an impassive face, “who wife…sir?”
Rohan furiously said, “Are you out of your mind?” And moved hastily towards the cafeteria. His eyes searched all over as he approached an old woman, “Aunty did you see a girl..I mean a woman here, she is short, this height, black eyes.” He gestured placing his hand near his shoulder depicting her height. “No beta, I haven’t.”
He was now worried and petrified. He rushed back to the reception, “Don’t you remember her, we checked in last night, you even asked me if I preferred a higher floor, I looked at her and she gestured its ok. Don’t you remember anything?” he blabbered in one breath.
“No sir. I was not in the night shift; I have just come an hour back that would have been my colleague.” Before the receptionist could speak further he started again, “Are you out of your mind? Call the police now, my wife is missing.” “Sir, did you try her mobile.” “No, in fact I am not able to find any of my belongings, can you please call the police. We have come by car from Mumbai to Pune and I checked my car is also missing. She has never taken the car without informing me.”
“Please calm down.” Pacified the receptionist as he picked up the phone and dialled the nearest police station. It rang.
“Aundh Police Station.” Voice on the phone.
“Sir, I am Raghubeer from Starlite Inn.” The receptionist said hesitantly.
“ha bola (please say).” He continued.
“Sir, there is a gentleman here, he says he came with his wife and she is……” the receptionist started narrating.
“Thamba ek minute, dusra phone vaajtoy. (Give me a moment please, the other phone is ringing.). interrupted the constable.
On the other phone, “ho saaheb, me lihitoh. Rohan….Ananya. Accident near Expressway exit.” He scribbled on his book as he spoke aloud.
He got back, “Ha sir, bola.” He continued. “Sir, what accident you just noted, I mean heard on the phone?” the receptionist questioned preempting.
“Arre, last night a truck and a car collided near express way exit. A couple was travelling, the car is burnt completely, and we recovered one seared body, a woman. The man is missing, looks like he escaped death without a scratch. We got the names as Rohan and Ananya from the sim card of the damaged phones.”
“Sir, the man..I mean Rohan is not missing; he is here at Starlite Inn. Can you please come over?” he completed and hung up.
He opened the check-in register, only one name; Rohan next to it, verification documents to be submitted was mentioned next to it. He looked at the hyperventilating Rohan as he ranted at every passer by asking for his wife.
„Are you upset at me, again? “ Ananya asked lovingly.
“Look, Rohan, I don’t like to be late on purpose you know that. Now stop looking at me like that with a sullen face please.” She said pushing the bunch of yellow lilies towards him.
One of the lilies moved with the breeze and touched his face. She picked it, kissed it and kept it back again.
He always called her in this garden when the world would want to meet for movies, coffee or restaurants. She felt it was their time together where she could always talk at length, free without being nudged by anyone.
“Did I tell you about my dream…of course it was our dream?” He remained silent looking at her radiant face and a strand of hair constantly flowing from her cheek and getting stuck to her lips as she spoke. As the zephyr played with her hair, she pulled the strand and neatly tucked it behind her ear and it playfully flew on her cheek again. She let it be.
Rohan looked affectionately, this dream came in as a harbingerof the same story she repeated every time they met.
She started,” We were sitting in this same park, talking sweet nothings to each other. Planning the way we would want our parents to know about us. You did suggest you being the only child of your parents; they should come and talk to mine.”
A ball came and hit Rohan’s leg. Ananya playfully picked it up and threw it towards the child and continued. “My brother came and asked me to reach home urgently as Ma had fallen off the stairs. You immediately asked me to rush and promised me to come back and meet you in this park.”
“Rohan, since that day I have been coming here to meet you and ask you what happened and you have just chosen to not respond.”
He said nothing and sat in deadening stillness.
She too sat there in silence, whining and coaxing to get an answer but in vain. The ingénue Ananya as always picked up the flowers left it near him and left with a promise to meet the next day.
