ONLY CERTAINITIES OF UNCERTAINITY(A STORY)

This is a story of someone who lost his loving uncle 30 years back but the irony is that his uncle’s photo appears on the news paper every day……..


ONLY CERTAINITIES OF UNCERTAINITY……………

WANT TO MAKE MONEY AND BRING
COMFORTS FOR YOUR LOVING FAMILY
HERE`S THE CHANCE! U`VE TO JUST
POSE AS THE BOSS OF OUR COMPANY
SEND UR RESUME NOW TO PB NO.1445

Ashmita mami has still kept the ad with her.

I was just seven years old. Then my life was full off SUSHMIT MAMMA. He had many roles to play in my life-a joker during moody times, a chef during stomach turned dog hungry, a protector when parents turned angry, a financier when I needed toffees and so on………………….his sweet lullabies were like a soft sound coming from a near by flowing stream. A weekend without him was like a peacock without its feathers. When he got married to Ashmita mami more spice got added to our lives. I never missed my parents but mama and mami..

Two months had passed after mami got conceived. They had found that it was a girl- therefore mama had to change his job to one which will bring comforts to his family. He was trying abroad, his search ended with this ad. He got selected. The job was great! What he was supposed to do was just pose as the boss of their company and earn in dollars! Mama was very happy and of course mami too…………….but he had to live in two weeks..

That was 30 years back_ some where in seventies and that was the last time mama he had kissed me…………
The day he had left was a new moon day. The whole night I kept staring at the star studded sky with my tearful eyes and a heart which was craving for his sweet lullabies. He was very happy over there- he was able to foresee that as said in the ad the comforts of his family was not now far. Mami shifted to flat near by us so that it would help my mom to take care of carrying mami. On may 10 mami gave birth to sumeesha .She wanted mama to come back for some days, even mama was craving to kiss his doll like daughter. He was supposed to call back within three days but he phoned only after
Three weeks-cryingly he was yelling ,”Ashmi.. I love you dear! I want to come back,
Help me out ashmi ……. I want to come back plz help me out. Then the receiver got banged! After then ashmi mami forlornly used to count number of days to calculate when mama had given that jarring call, 5then she started counting weeks… months……. Years…………. 30 calendars got changed nut her wait for one call has not ended…..

After first birthday of sumisha, mami sold her new flat and started to live with us. Mami got a new job as a teacher. A new ashmita mami had taken birth- from a mami who knew only to make laugh to a mami who even forgot what a smile is!!!!!!!!

Earth was a no more a planet with lovable people!!!. Smugglers , rowdies, drug traffickers, rapists, terrorists, dictators and all the corrupted devilish world had only spaces in newspapers. Jigga was a new shaitan among them who had started creating ripples through his such activities. It was somewhere in eighties jigga had become the most dreaded name.
He had captured an island by killing poor helpless inhabitants for a crude petrol reserves in that island.” MORE STORIES OF JIGGA`S RUTHLESNESS-CONTINUES WITH KILLING INNOCENTS”. INDIAN TIMES had published this news with his photo. The whole world had become eager to see his face. The photo electrified our nerves- it was the charming smiling face of none other than my sushmit mama! It was the same photo which he had in his passport, Jigga had started showing his presence in every quarter of unwarrantable inhumane activities- savaging bomb explosions, hard hearted riots, unforgivable human trafficking , so on……………But each piece of news had the same face – charming smiling face of my dear Sushmit uncle! Ashmita mami`s dear hubby’s photo had become the face of new age cruelty. That was it! He was just supposed to pose as the boss of this company. That company had stopped sending drafts of comforts to his family .” I love you dear! I want to come back,
Help me out ashmi ……. I want to come back plz help me out and the bang of receiver. These sounds had started echoing again and again and again………….. in mami`s ears .She could hear her Sushmit crying – “its not me Ashmi………. Its not me, help me out,. Where are you ….” Mami just couldn’t understand from where to start her fight – with the help of her friends who had started fearing her , with the help of my papa who had now may stomachs to feed including hers , or with the help of unjust world of justice providers , with the help of media for whom her sweet heart `s face was the new face of cruelty……… each news of JIGGA`s unforgivable cruelty with mama’s smiling face gave new reasons to make us weep for mama reminding our helplessness……………
That ad took our mama to a god forsaken place may be somewhere on this planet. He couldn’t even get a glimpse of his daughter for whom he had made a bee line to this hell.

30 years have passed living in our helplessness. I have stopped staring skies at night.
Jigga`s kingdom is still unlicked triumphantly killing humanity. Now doubts have started rising in my heart – is my y uncle the real jigga or else who he is , where he is hiding well if not my uncle why he should hide from the world when he has got a slave to pose for him, the sushmit mama which I knew whose sweet lullabies had the magic of putting new life into the dead might not have imagined that the sharp knife which the chef in him used to cut the bitter gourd in such attractive shapes making us to forget the fact that gourds are bitter can be used to stab a six month old baby. That sushmit mama cant release poisonous gasses to a sleeping city killing thousand babies. The way the lachrymose eyes of my mami, stares at mama’s photo with the news of Jigga makes me clear no it wont be my mama.

The only thing the world knows about jigga is his smiling face. Today its not like how it was 30 years before the news reaches to s within a fraction of seconds it takes place. Still these guys say that they have only this photo and know nothing about jigga. From last some days these people are saying that jigga has fallen ill and today the condition has become very critical. Now will they kill my mama if jigga dies away or may be that might have killed him long before itself.. A flash news is appearing saying that this channel has got some breath taking videos whish they are going to air today at 8.30 pm .Whether in this video it will be real jigga or my mama again ……….
Its 8.15 now 15 min more to get some answers about the uncertainties which we are under from last 30 years…
Oh no! The power is off. How I could I forget that today according to load shedding schedule power will be off at our place from 8.15 pm to 00:00 hrs. I don’t why GOD is so unjust to us. He left only uncertainties certain to us………………
In Maharashtra (a state in INDIA) power is kept off for 2- 10 hrs depending upon the locality as this state is facing acute problems of power scarcity……………………..