She had shiver run down her spine as she found Pinky lay in a pool of blood, her eyes fell on the phone that flashed a message “new role offer, call urgently!”
She had enjoyed every moment of stardom with Pinky who tasted glamour and success as a child artist at a very young age.
When depression gripped Pinky at a tender age of 14 as offers dwindled as she no longer fitted in the cute child category or was too young to play romantic roles, she stood with her hand in hand.
She wanted to stop as she picked the pair of scissors to cut her baby fat, she wanted to cajole her that offers were just a step ahead.
She, none other than Pinky’s soul, stood there helpless looking at the message, a new opportunity lying next to her dead body.
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.
She found herself running endlessly towards the light at the end of the tunnel. It was as if she would breathe only if she reached that light. She looked around just to find pitch darkness; she felt tired at times but could not stop and kept running. She would look around again and again but it was too dark to see anything. She did not understand what made her run; she did not once look behind. The road looked endless, one look at her made her feel she was feather light. She wore a white satin gown, free flowing, weightless. She looked around again and could see her face on the wall of the tunnel, her face looked radiant, it had the glow she had never seen and she felt happy like never before and beautiful than ever. Where the light wrinkles she had seen a couple of days are gone? She thought to herself as she kept running. She turned her face to the other side of the tunnel and could see a girl in a mother’s arms; the mother delighted looking at the bundle of joy.
There were people whom she recognised and some she didn’t. She placed her fingers on her brow and tried to recollect a man standing next to the mother but just couldn’t. She looked again and saw a young girl in school listening attentively to her teacher; the image vanished in a jiffy. She could then see her young self with her best friend laughing and enjoying. When was the last time she laughed that loud, she wondered? By now the images on the walls of the tunnel had completely captivated her and she had forgotten of the tunnel, the run and the distance. She could see her beloved on his knees holding a ring proposing her, she hadn’t been so happy ever. These flashes would appear and disappear rapidly and being replaced by the next one. She wanted to think or say something but was not able to. She saw her husband and daughter sitting on a dining table praying. She wanted to run towards her daughter but couldn’t change course of her path.
She closed her eyes but could see the images, the ones she saw on the wall. Everything was clear when she heard shouts and opened her eyes startled. She was confounded and looked down; she saw her feet were above the ground as she ran towards the light. Completely mystified she tried to stop running but couldn’t stop her feet. She heard shouts again and a big thump on her chest as if a train in full velocity had hit her chest, she ran faster towards the light and another big jolt! She couldn’t contain it in herself any further. She was perplexed at the thought of her running without her feet on the ground, the light at the end of the tunnel seemed very far now.
The last one came as a thunderbolt pushing her on her chest so hard that she fell backwards as if being sucked by the vacuum towards the other side of the light. She could see being pulled and the light at the end of the tunnel vanishing in a distance. It was so quick she had no time to react. The ‘pulse is back, doctor! She is back!’ ….the words sounded like a distant echo….’it’s a miracle, doctor, the defibrillator worked!’ She opened her eyes at a hazy frame of a man in a white coat and a young woman standing next to him. She could vaguely hear a familiar voice chanting the Mahamrutyunjay Shloka….
Meaning: 1: Om, We Worship the Three-Eyed One (Lord Shiva), 2: Who is Fragrant (Spiritual Essence) and Who Nourishes all beings. 3: May He severe our Bondage of Samsara (Worldly Life), like a Cucumber (severed from the bondage of its Creeper), 4: … and thus Liberate us from the Fear of Death, by making us realize that we are never separated from our Immortal Nature.
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.
