Wednesday, 5 February 2014

Happy Deathday!!!

"When life ends , that may be regarded as the beginning of a new life , a new journey and a new route to travel "- The words coming out from the radio , are lingering across the walls of the room . However , they don't seem to affect Shubimal. He is busy in his own thoughts.

"How can it be possible? How can a man walk faster than me , while I was running?"- He asks himself , but finds no answer . He slowly gets up , and walks towards the bathroom.

Shubimal Basu , born and brought up in Kolkata , currently lives in Gariahat . His family comprises of just three members - His father , mother and sister. Sixteen years ago, they had shifted from Mominpur to this place. The cause of their shifting although , is still unknown to Shubimal. He gets no answer , every time he asks his father.

Even a few days ago , during breakfast , at about 9 A.M in the morning , Shubimal and his sister were drinking soup and his father was reading the newspaper , when suddenly , his mother entered the hall. She was looking scared , with sweat dripping, from all over her face.

" Today is the 25th of April. Just 7 days are left , for Babu to turn into 20. Aren't you worried?"- She asked his father.

"Growing up definitely denotes something good , mom. Besides , parents should be happy for their children , at least , during the time of their birthdays. Why are you so freaked out?"- Shubimal asked.

"Just shut up and finish your soup. You are already late for the class."- Mr .Basu shouted and then , turning towards his wife , said in a low tone - " Please be patient , dear. You need to control yourself now. This is not the time , to break down. We will discuss about this topic later , in details."

Shubimal was really surprised by his father's response at that time. But , he had preferred to keep quiet.

Although, he never found any clue, but still Shubimal somehow feels, that the fear and anxiety his family continuously faces regarding him, has some relations with the mysterious reason, for which they had left Mominpur , when he was of a very small age.

He had also heard his mother & father saying words like "Curse" , "Devil" , "Death", many times, but could neither make head nor tail, out of it.

Today is the 28th of April. Shubimal had gone out for a morning walk at about 6:45 A.M. During that time, the busy roads of Kolkata generally stay silent, with maximum five to six vehicles, covering them.

As he was running across the road, he saw a tall figure walking before him. The person was excessively tall and gave a sense of somewhat strangeness. Shubimal felt the urge to overtake him. He started running more fast and swiftly. But alas! the man was still ahead.

Shubimal speeded up more and more for the alternative tries, but the end result was just the same. He was somehow not being able to overtake the person. He became tired and exhausted, and started panting. The person was just one or two hands ahead of him. But the same distance seemed to be unbeatable during running.

He took a quick glance at his watch. It was 7:30 A.M. He had spent a long time chasing the tall person, without noticing the time, and so, he must hurry up to home now, or else he would get late for his English tuition. So, he decided to leave the man and run towards his home.

The whole incident flashbacks itself in the mind of Shubimal, as he is taking a bath. However, he washes the incident away, comes out of the bathroom and gets ready for his tuition.

One day passes away. The event is still fresh in the mind of Shubimal. He cannot make out any reason for the event , that occurred that day. However, he decides to forget that, and focus on his love life- Shreya. It's his birthday month after all, and there is a probability that if he proposes to her on his birthday, may be, she will accept him. Positive signals , is what he has got from her, always, and that's why he is planning for the proposal.

Today is the first day, of his birthday month. Tomorrow is his birthday. Shubimal is very happy today, as well as excited for the next day. He wakes up at 6:30 A.M. Today, he has no tuition to attend. He sits up on his bed, puts on his glasses and comes out of the room, into the balcony. The flat in which his family lives, is on the third floor, and so a clear view of the road running down, beneath the apartment, is possible every time, from the balcony.

He looks around the road, here and there. A few tea vendors are opening their stalls. The vegetable sellers are walking across the road, with their vegetable vans, shouting loudly. Suddenly, his eyes get focused on a tall person, standing in front of his home apartment. The person seems to stand still, staring up at someone, most probably him. Many people are walking and running across the road, going by the person, sometimes even going closely by him, but no one is noticing him.

A big car comes running across the road. The driver drives the car through the person, but still the person remains there only , standing on. This scene increases the heart rate of Shubimal. Almost fainting, he runs towards his room, brings his binocular, and looks at the person. Seeing the person, he becomes unconscious and loses his sense.

The person has no face, only a pair of lips, and he writes in air- "Happy Death Day, 2/5/2013" and then vanishes away.

Shubimal wakes up, to a sudden chilling touch of water. He finds his mother, father and sister, standing around him, staring at him, in anxiety. He removes the water from his face, and asks-"What happened?"

His mother replies-"That is what we should ask you. You were lying unconscious on the balcony. What happened there?"

Shubimal remembers about the supernatural incident he saw today, a few hours ago and starts shivering. His father taps his shoulder and asks-"Tell me Babu, what happened? What made you unconscious? "
In short, Shubimal tells them the incident that he saw, today in the morning, when he woke up.He notices that after hearing it, much contradictory to his expectations, his parent's faces turn pale, and they too start shivering with fear.

Shubimal understands that his parents know something and are hiding it from him, and so he says-" Mom, dad, I feel you guys know something, and are hiding it from me. So, please tell me...What is it? What do you guys know, that I don't?"

Shubimal's father then starts dictating the story, the story that would change Shubimal's life forever:
"The incident occurred 17 years ago, when you were almost 3 years old. At that time, we lived in Mominpur. The day on which the incident occurred, I was coming back from hospital, with your mom. The reports of Mimi's birth , were found to be positive, and the doctor had advised your mom, to be admitted, within the next  3 days. We were on a taxi, heading towards home, when a drunk boy was crossing the road. In spite of many horns by the taxi driver, the drunkard could not control himself, and was hit by the car, in the middle of the road, and in a moment's time, he lay on the road, in a pool of blood. Seeing that, we were really shocked and frightened. At that point of time, the easiest possible solution, we found, was to run away.
Later, we came to know that , the boy, was the only son, of his deformed faced and crippled father , who had a very fearful reputation in his locality. His father was known to be a famous black magic practitioner, possessing somewhat supernatural powers, and also known, to have hurt many people, using his powers.
He came to visit us or rather curse us, the next day. Although, we pleaded thousand times before him, and your mom even knelt down, for mercy, he did not listen to any of our pleadings and cursed us, that any member of our family, who is a boy and who reaches 20 years of age, will instantly die, on his birthday.
He did not listen to any of our cries, and walked away limping, showering us with his wave of cruelty. His face was so deformed, that I could not make out any distinction between the parts of his face. The only part visible, was a pair of broad lips. The sight to his face, was terrorizing.
After a few months passed by, we forgot about that incident, and slowly retreated back to our normal lives. But suddenly, one day, we came to know, about the death of my brother's son, early in the morning. The day he died, was his birthday, and he was to turn up into 20 years of age. Hearing about the incident, I dropped my phone. Old, painful memories were suddenly refreshed.
From that day on wards , we used to stay in fear, that what might happen to you, when you grow up. But one day, we heard of the news of his sudden death, due to an accident. We were relieved, and decided to leave that place. It is then, that we came here. But we were still fearful, that someday he might turn up again, from the dead, and seek for revenge. Today, it seems our thoughts have resulted in to reality."- Shubimal's father ended his words, with tears in his eyes. His mother and sister also started weeping.

The whole story makes Shubimal, resemble it, to an Urban Legend. But, here it is reality." So,Urban Legends do come true." - He said to himself.

Later, at night, everyone sits silently for dinner. When you can predict death in advance, life becomes less important and you always long to meet the end. The same thing happens with Shubimal. He skips dinner, and silently creeps into his bed. Although, it's difficult to sleep, but still he pretends to do so, even when, there is no one, watching him. His mother and father too, can't stop themselves as well as each other, from crying. An environment of sadness prevails in the house. Shubimal silently waits for death to embrace him.

The next day, Shubimal wakes up or rather gets out of bed, with utmost grief. Today is his birthday, as well as the last day of his life. He will no longer be able to see the world, from tomorrow. He silently meets his parents, and touches their feet. They bless him, with teary eyes.The whole day passes away in sorrow and grief. Slowly the day changes into night, and darkness comes, spreading it's wings all over the place.

The time, at present, is 11:50 P.M. But, Shubimal is still alive. He and his parents and sister, are both anxious and happy, because if somehow 10 minutes, pass by, Shubimal will live happily ever after, and the curse over the family, will get removed.

Finally , the clock chord strikes 12, and to everyone's utter happiness, Shubimal stays alive. His parents rejoice the moment, hug him, and the environment of sadness, instantly changes in to happiness. Shubimal is very happy to be alive. He enthusiastically, eats his dinner, along with a reciprocating feeling ,from his parents and sister. Then happily, he jumps on to the bed, and dozes off to sleep. His parents and sister also, have sound sleep.

The next day, Shubimal wakes up to the alarm of his cell phone. He quickly brushes his teeth, takes a bath, freshens up, and comes out of his house, to start his bike for tuition.

As he rides the bike, his eyes go immediately upon the left front mirror.......The faceless man is standing right at his back......

Saturday, 4 January 2014

Love happens...Just happens.

15th February,2013:
Shilajit just woke up from a dreaded sleep. He has not been well for the last few days. Post break up effects after all. It's not so easy to get out of it.

Taking a deep yawn, he says to himself,"Life has been so much fucked up, right now. Last night, when the whole world was busy, drinking, roaming and burning cigarettes, with a hot chick sitting by side, I was fucking lagging in my room, with a bottle of Royal stag. Fuck that shit."

He gets up from his bed, and lits up a cigarette. After inhaling and exhaling the smoke, he takes out his cell phone. He begins taking a quick glance at the contacts, but comes to a halt at one. The name displays "Sarmili". 

He dials the number, and instantly cuts it. He then gets up from his bed, and merges towards the bathroom.The flat he lives in, is located at the center of South Kolkata, just opposite to the South City Mall.Its a completely furnished 1 BHK flat, with a narrow balcony, from where one of the busiest roads of Kolkata , Prince Anwar Shah Road,can be seen with a huge, suffocating crowd, along with a heap of cars and buses, constantly running from the two ends.

Shilajit is taking a shower, when some memories suddenly come out as Flashbacks.
A girl kisses him on the forehead, and whispers into his ears,"Believe me, you will survive.Nobody is this world lives for anybody.Not a single person does care.We need to move on in our lives, and concentrate on our careers, Chiru. We will always remain friends, come whatever may. Good bye.Take good care of yourself."

Chiru !! Chiru !! Chiru ...... The name continues to linger through the bathroom walls.


26th February,2013:
Noise pollution has completely covered the city of joy. Every now and then, one can see taxis and private cars polluting the environment with smoke, dust and rushing away noising heavily, as if police is chasing them.
Shilajit is in a taxi, going from Ballygunge to Alipore. Kolkata traffic and the horrible road conditions has already made him 1 hour late for the meeting. Its 11 'o' clock in the morning, although the weather makes it to be predicted as 2 'o' clock,noon.

Shilajit takes out his phone, pauses at the same contact "Sarmili". He dials the number and instantly cuts the call. " Nooo.........no more ..... no more shall I care for her."-Shilajit says to himself, and puts the phone back into his pocket.

The taxi driver asks-" Sir, will it be ok if I drop you here?"

Shilajit looks out of  the window pane. Alipore Main crossing has arrived."Yeah, ok"- he said to the driver, and gets out of the car, paying the money required.

"The Hub is still far away.Why did I leave the taxi so early?"- He says to himself after a little time, and realizes his mistake, committed out of loose focus.

He decides to take the first left turn, and walk the distance, with the fact in mind that he is already 1 hour late. But still, he decides to walk on.

Suddenly, his phone rings. The screen displays the  name " Ritu". He smiles, and receives the call.

Shilajit - "Hey Pagli .Whats up? On a date at present?"

He continues the conversation, with a smile on his face, marching ahead towards the restaurant. The conversation continues for about 30 minutes, after which Shilajit observes, that "The Hub" has finally arrived.

"Phew...and so I finally arrive. Good bye baby.Call you later."- He cuts the call, and enters the restaurant. Inside the restaurant, a bearded man is waiting for him. Shilajit sees the man, sitting at the left corner table, drinking coffee, and goes towards him.

"Hello, Mr.Singh. Sorry to keep you waiting."-Shilajit said in a low but friendly voice.
"Oh, so u have realized that? Fine..That's enough for me, hopefully."- Mr.Singh replied.
Shilajit - "Sorry once again,sir. The busy roads of Kolkata, you know. They can never be found free of traffic jam. Although, I would like to take the entire blame on myself."
Mr.Singh - "Better for you. Now if your excuse is over, can you please sit down, so that we can talk about the matter?"
Shilajit - "Yes sir, surely. Sorry for the delay." His ears turn red out of shame.

Shilajit sits down and orders a cup of Chocolate Cappuccino. Mr.Singh initiates the conversation again -
"So, tell me, is the work done? The project which I gave you, is pretty easy. I am not being able to understand, why you are taking so much time?"
Shilajit - "Sir, 90% of the work is done. It is just that I am not being able to find the proper contacts list, which is to be uploaded, and hence is the delay. So, I called Rajeev sir this morning only, and he suggested me to directly contact with you, to clear the doubts."
Mr.Singh - "Look beta, I think the problem, you are stating, seems not to be the major problem, which you are facing right now, and which has turned your world, upside down. So, if you are hiding something, let me know of the problem and solve it, coz  a dedicated employee of us is somehow out of focus right now, and we need to solve this issue."

Tears start rolling down from Shilajit's eyes. He tries a lot to hide it, but fails. He turns his face to the other direction. Mr.Singh quietly rises up from his chair, comes to his side, gently places a hand on his shoulder, and then asks "So, break up right?"

Shilajit, still in tears, replies,"Umm...ahhh...umm...No sir, nothing like that. It's just that I am a little bit stressed out, right now."
Mr.Singh - "You won't be able to lie to me, Mr.Chowdhury. I have been knowing you for the last 8 years, and as a supervisor, I have never been taking control of the duties, of any other person, other than you. So, tell me, who is she? How did it all end?"

And then the story moves back, 6 months ago:

13th August,2012:
Shilajit is in his room, accessing his Facebook profile. It is really impeccable to see how internet has changed a million lives. It has spread itself across all cultures , countries and boundaries, and has made it possible for long distant people to get connected to each other.

Shilajit starts visiting profiles of some unknown girls, whom he finds, in some of his friend's friend list. "They just go on with any girl,they find. How ridiculous!!"- He says.

Suddenly, he pauses at a profile. The name shows "Sarmili Bose". The profile picture is of a girl, very much fair in complexion, like an angel on earth, wearing a black saree .
"Woo Hoo..This girl looks nice. Looks like someone fresh from the womb, endorsing all the beauty of the green earth, seas and the beautiful nature. Besides, she is in Mayukh's friend list. How about sending a friend request??" - Shilajit tells himself.

He pauses initially, and then sends the request. The girl accepts the request , finally , after a long query about his identity. Then slowly but steadily , they become friends.

As days pass by, they start discussing serious matters about their lives , with each other and from friends, they slowly turn into close friends. Then one day, Shilajit asks her out for a date and she immediately accepts.

Then what follows is a cycle of love, anger, quarrels, romance , kisses, love making and love again. Shilajit becomes  very happy with his life, and prays to god that life always remains as sweeter, as it is now.

But what we expect is not always the same as what life offers. The same thing happens with Shilajit.


11th February,2013:
Time is not going well for Shilajit. His love life is on exit mode. His professional life too, seems to be deeply affected. For the past few weeks, he has been constantly fighting with his girlfriend for no reason.
"There is something we need to talk about. These are not mere differences of opinion. Something is wrong between us." - He says this to himself  always, but still the fight goes on.

It's 10:00 in the morning. Shilajit is lying on his bed, lost completely in thoughts. He is thinking deeply about the current state of  his love life and the torment he is suffering , for the same.

Suddenly, his phone rings. The screen displays - "Sarmili" calling....
He smiles. For the past few weeks, it has been only him calling the other person, and not vice versa .
Shilajit picks up the call , and says "Hello Puchu ."
Sarmili - "Chiru, this is just not working. I mean, what the fudge are we doing? Just fighting and fighting? Whenever, we try to resolve our issues, we end up in more fights. This won't work this way. We need to meet. Today, Cafe Plaza, 5:30."
Shilajit - " Yeah , ok. But, what...."
His words remain incomplete, as she cuts the call.

Time is about 5:15 in the evening. Shilajit has reached the venue early , and is roaming about the place here and there, feeling tensed. Sarmili is yet to arrive. He decides to sit in a table and order a cup of coffee.
After a short interval of time , coffee arrives.He takes a quick glance at his watch.The time is "5:25"...
"She should have come by now. Must be on her way..."- He says to himself, and sips the coffee.
More cups follow. Shilajit slowly starts loosing his self, and continuously glances at his watch , at repeated intervals of time.

Finally, Sarmili arrives at 5:45. She says "Hi!" and sits down on the opposite chair.
Few minutes of silence follows..
Finally Shilajit speaks,"So, Wassup? Why did you call me? Any serious problem?"
After a long silence , Sarmili finally speaks," It isn't working between us Chiru. How much I try to reconnect myself , I just cannot. Where is that love, where is that care, where are that feelings , we used to share even months ago? I think we need to take a break."

Imaginative glasses exploded all over the place. Shilajit felt his heart go numb.
"But why?"- That's all he could say, although he had intended for more.

His eyes start releasing tears. He tries to say something , but fails to. Sarmili rises up, comes near him, kisses him on forehead and says ,"Believe me, you will survive.Nobody is this world lives for anybody.Not a single person does care.We need to move on in our lives, and concentrate on our careers, Chiru. We will always remain friends, come whatever may. Good bye.Take good care of yourself."

She hugs him tight, and then removing tears from her's as well as his eyes, she slowly departs. Shilajit intends to stop her , but something from inside stops him from doing so.

The story then comes back to the current scene:

Shilajit is still under depression with tears spread all over his face. Mr.Singh consoles him , provides him with a tissue napkin and says,"Beta, life does not always run on a smooth track. Sometimes small pebbles on a railway track, can even lead to derailment. You will first have to understand that there is a very small line of difference between infatuation and love, but that small line is very much crucial. You must love only those, who really love you, care for you and understand you."

Shilajit's phone rings up. The screen displays "Ritu" calling...

He says "One minute , sir" and then picks up the call , with a smile on his face. After the conversation is over, it is clearly visible that he is no longer sad , but has suddenly become happy , which is an out of the box situation , that has come to arise , right now.

Mr.Singh was quietly noticing his actions for a long time. After Shilajit , finally comes to normal , he says -
" So, are you presently running on a new track?"

Shilajit , somewhat surprisingly replies-"No sir , she is just a friend of mine or else you may say , she is my best friend. In fact , I feel we are inseparable from each other , and incomplete without each other."

Mr.Singh gives a soft smile, and says-" Son , remember what I said you , a little while ago? You can never depict in the first chance itself , who is perfect for you. It takes years to predict so. Even then , you realize that you have been mistaking the whole time. Just , think about it once. You have your whole life time left. So, just think about it. Don't be to conclusive in the beginning , or else you will have to repent your mistake through out your life."

Shilajit smiles , and says-" Yes sir , of course , I will think about it."

After the final discussion , the meeting gets over in another 1 hour. Mr.Singh bids good bye and leaves in his car.

Shilajit hires a taxi from the nearest street corner.

The taxi driver asks-"Where to , sir?"
Shilajit replies-"South City mall." , and lit a cigarette. Smoke flows through the air , covering his face , making it partly invisible to look at.
He is lost in deep thoughts. Thousands of thoughts come and go away in fractions.In one second , he remembers Sarmili parting with him , in another Mr.Singh's say , and finally he remembers Ritu , who seems to have a solution for his every problem , who was always there besides him in every decision he has ever made.

He calls Ritu instantly.

Ritu is lying on her bed , browsing the Facebook profile of Shilajit , and smiling to herself. Suddenly , her phone rings. The screen displays "Paglu Calling...."

She smiles , receives the call and says-"Hey Paglu!!So, finally u came to think about me, huh? By the way , where are you right now? Busy in meeting still? Listen , forget about Sarmili , for a little while , right now....."
Shilajit -"I love you!!"

Two minutes of silence follows. Ritu then speaks -" Idiot , Stupid , Scoundrel , Asshole, I love you too yaar." She starts crying.

Shilajit smiles with tears in his eyes, and cuts the call. He has to go to meet Ritu now. Finally , he has been able to understand the true essence of love.