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……………

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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……………………..

ENDANGERED PURE LOVE

What did u buy today for ur valentine- a bombastic greeting card, an extravagant ring or may be u might have planned of a flashy 'romantic' night out.....! I just think that will there be any love story really taking place in which the lover boy is breathlessely waiting for his sweetheart on a beach, with a packet of popcorn in his hand, where he will share some simple happenings that may make them cry, laugh sometimes angry and thus they paint their own small heavenly world with a brush daubing on the easel with hues of pure passion. But the fact is that the easel is full of self-pleasing colours. Even I am not an exception from this present worldly behaviour.
Today for us youngsters having an affair is rather a matter of dignity and a means to have some canoodles. Thanks to the brainy marketing techniques, undue importance has come for such days in our life all of a sudden. We are busy calling our friends to ask about their plans today. We feel that the world is going to laugh on us when we don't join the so called valentine's day celebrations.
Years ago, St. Valentine had sacrificed his life for those ROMEO-JULIETS who were forcefully seperated by the absolutist Claude as his army was getting short of soldiers. Today no-one even remembers that great sacrifice and are busy oozing out their interest of power, sex and money in the name of Valentine's Day. Just casually ask those partying lads about great St. Valentine, stars will start to flash everywhere!!! Such is the case when u analyze anything- nor me neither u is interested to find the cause of each and every stuff happening with us again thanks to the brainy brain washing techniques.
I am just trying to pacify myself by imagining that may be those ROMEO-JULIETS for whom St. Valentine had sacrificed will be existing in some another lovely world in this universe who have escaped from our selfich planet a long ago and may be there will be no need of any Valentine's Day for celebrating true love. Now ....... i am getting late for my Valentine Party.
My Heartly Valentine's Day Wishes to all true love birds if some are really surviving from that endangered species!

THE FIRST LOVE (STORY)

The black masked hooligans were chanting their God’s name at the zenith. He didn’t want to know what their slogans were, he didn’t want to know who were they but simply he was running for his life from them. The previous day someone had seen two rotten eggs with some puja materials in a plastic cover and today fanatics had started burning the city because of the two eggs. Two eggs had incinerated the city. There one could see a city with everywhere balls of hatred glowing and the hoi-polloi running for their lives.
There was no one, non other than Niharika, a five years old cherub for Amar. They had come to the market top get some vegetables. Niharika was playing with the daughter of the vendor. The eggs had started to blaze the city. The fans of flame had started moving to the market. Open-mouthed Amar lifted up his daughter and joined the stream of masses running for their lives. He didn’t want to know what their chants were, who were they and why they wanted his life but he simply knew that he wanted to live and save his daughter’s life that his dear Vasanta had left for him.
Eggs had to make a lot many changes in many one’s lives, even Amar’s life. Amar might have never cogitated that the eggs can seize his Niharika from him. Instead of Niharika, he had lifted Chitti, the vendor’s daughter. While galloping from the fanatics craving Amar had held his daughter tight to him and Chitti, who didn’t even dare to open her eyes was holding tightly her baba.
The burning streets had left nothing but bones and goblets of hatred. The eggs had eaten the full town. Police-‘ The law and order keepers’ had nothing to do but add five year old Niharika’s photo to the list of missing persons. The eggs had started blowing harsh wind with a rotten smell. The rotten smell had kept nothing with the bourgeois. The wind eddies changed many rich one’s destiny-made them more and more powerful and the common little more and more powerless.
The dust devil took Niharika from Amar’s life but left a Chitti for him. The rotten wind slowly and slowly started to degrade. Fragrance of love started filling the winds. Chitti became Amar’s Niharika and Amar Chitti’s baba. Aroma of love started transforming their lives. They had a sharp twinge in their hearts for losing their deared ones but the sweet scented winds made them to forget every odd stuff and start up a new life.
Nineteen years had gone after the attack of eggs. Now life had started to show new signs of hope. Baba had only one aim in his life- Niharika (which the God had given him in the form of chitti). Baba couldn’t effort to miss anything for Niharika’s betterment. She too never let her baba down and today Niharika had topped the graduation in psychology. Baba was so happy………
Chitti’s (Baba’s Niharika) had also taken many turns. She had found her first love. She had fell in love with Karan- her karate Sir’s son. They were planning a new life together. The precious moment of unison was coming closer and closer. Tomorrow Niharika will leave her baba and elope with Karan for starting a new life. Chitti was also very happy……...
Their Karan and his confederate Pintya were also very happy. After six months of work, the D-day has come. Pintya had brought the ladoos, the ladoos with sedatives, which will be govern to Chitti for celebrating the start of new life and then………… and then the plan will get executed- first Karan and then Pintya.
The harsh eddies had again entered Amar’s life. The ray of hope had again faded away. Today again after nineteen years, Amar was running through ever nook and corner of the city to trace his Niharika. Today again he has come to the police for his Niharika. This time the putrid winds are making baba more and more tense.
Here Chitti had started her new life with her first love! Lewd Pintya had made some changes in the plan. He had added sedatives in Karan’s ladoo too. Psychology graduate Niharika smelled something wrong in Karan’s drowsy eyes. She could fell the whiff of Pintya’s lust from those eyes. This reek reminded her the karate lesson’s she had learnt from her first love’s dad. Her each blows were targeted towards Pintya’s loins. The simple but in-depth lessons of love taught by her baba were flashing back to her aching heart. Yesterday Niharika was very proud that in this voracious world she could find a real love in Karan but today those lessons were making her realize that nothing but lust had driven Karan to this elopement. The karate steps had not left any part of Karan and Pintya. They were trying to get away from those merciless blows; Karan had run away from the place with unconcealed bleeding loins.
Tears of guilt had started to shed from her remorseful eyes…………..
As I know I myself a jilt,
How your love could try my guilt;
Where again the candles of love be lit,
As in my world nothing remains but mist;
No foul love the pure water could mop,
In which stream should my tears plop………

Oh! Baba how could you grant me grace,
When in my world, I don’t have any space !!!

These days Niharika is working with baba, who greeted Niharika with a wink, for N.G.O. which works for victims of molestation.

Glossary :-
Hooligans - a violent young troublemaker
Incinerated - burnt
Hoi-polloi – common people
Cogitate – think deeply
Twinge – a brief, sharp pang of emotion
Cherub - a beautiful or innocent-looking child
Confederate – partner in crime
Lewd - crude and offensive in a sexual way
Elope – run away secretly in order to get married
Jilt - abruptly break off a relationship with
Plop – fall or drop with such a sound.
Mop - clean or soak up by wiping

ITS MY BIRTHDAY TODAY!

Its my birthday today. As told before ,being an engg. student i`ve to more concentrate on responsibilities as an engg. student. My study leave is going on and my exams are nearing.Der4 i haven`t written any new articles but after my exams i`l be back with new articles by dec end. I`ve to brush up my writing skills too. I would like to request my new readers to plz try my earlier articles like WINDS OF ACIDIFIED LOVE, WORLD WHICH MADE ME DOPE,SPIDERMAN BATMAN&SIMPLE COMMON MAN, QUERIES FROM A HOAX CALL.U can reach these articles from the index given below(plz scroll down).
The same day has one more speciality. Today its FIRST WEDDING ANNIVERSARY OF MY BELOVED SISTER. Her name is RANJINI AND MY BOTHER IN LAW`S NAME IS GIRISH. I would like to share with u a small poem written for them
why today all bright stars
are shining with a charming glow,
why today all beautiful butterflies
with envy have turned yellow,
why today all heavens are lit
with a lovable aglow,
simply, just simply, yes simply
because today its-
GIRISH&RANJINI`s anniversary of love !
WITH REGARDS. I`L BE BACK IN DEC END.

Gandhi Jayanti on a Sunday

Today, violence is a consumer product which is being used to earn trillions of profit. If one sells it in the form of video clippings then others sell it in the form of games and the chief ones sell it through weapons and each take their own share.
These guys have deftly blotted out the humanitarian feelings of love, affection, sympathy from the core of our hearts. We have become so ruthless that we feel nothing even after hearing about the episodes of bomb blasts and shoot outs everyday. We remain calm as a mill pond even after reading the useless decisions of signing new nuclear pacts taken by our so-called leaders of our country where thousands of babies are dying out of hunger. Here when the need of situation is a strong political movement for fighting against injustice superimposed on us we youngsters are busy in increasing our scores in various computer games.
At this verge of unpleasant time, we are ought to remember someone, who was not any prodigy but a simple human being, who taught us that solid principles is the only weapon we need to make bent our enemy's knees.By forgetting him, we can't unriddle that why all of us are living a cat and dog life in our own country. Without remembering him it is hard to find why justice is being killed everywhere. The fact we have to unitedly stand against such unjust conditions don't have any existence without cherishing the teachings of none other than our beloved BAPUJI.
This sunday it was 136th Gandhi Jayanti. We are bound to ask ourselves whether we were introspecting the above conditions or whether we were complaining that we lost a good public holiday as unfortunately Gandhi Jayanti was on a sunday.

A PERSONAL NOTE

As I`m an engg. student too I`m so busy that i just couldn`t put any stuff. This sunday i`d gone 4 a paper presentation. The way the volunteers of RGMCOET,NANDYAL ,A.P., had organised the event was awesome. I`l try to put any new stuff as soon as possible, after all I aspirre to write to become a big writer so I will have to write whatever the schedule may be.

QUERIES FROM A HOAX CALL (STORY)

Let 1000 law breakers get escaped but not a single innocent should be punished – This is what our law makers have said. But the law makers didn’t let off the fools!
The gate of Bombay Central Jail was like a mouse hole – A big compound wall with a hole drilled to it. Court has ordered to keep ‘Raka’ at a secluded place so that he never comes in contact with ‘his’ wicked colleagues.
After passing the judgement, one of the jury memebers politely asked, " My dear friend, as such we don’t find any reasons from your past to do such a crime, why did u do this?!" Every one present at the court had the same question inscribed on their face, their eyes, their heart…
It was a rainy day, the day which Rakshak decided to vandalize (destroy willfully) his fate. As usual he was waiting for the 8:15 train at the station. The cloudburst did’nt allow the 8:15 train to reach the station even by 10:00. The only option left with him was to return. But the crowd too, present there, was moving like the 8:15 train. The stormy wind had disturbed the positions of hanging hoardings at the station. The billboard of J.O.A. School was swinging only on one of its hangers. 2632115- Rakshak could see the phone no. of the school from that drooping board.
In this hot season of hoax calls, Rakshak too decided to become the club member of such mischeif makers. He somehow reached the coinbox at the platform and dialled the above no. The 1Re. coin fell to the collection box.
Reciever – "Hello, J.O.A School."
Rakshak – "Today at sharp 11:15 AM, J.O.A is going to burst out! Best of Luck."
But the false alarm was not a false one. When he was thinking about the news of the prank call in the next day’s newspaper, the reporters were rushing to the J.O.A site to report about the savaging bomb explosion. When Rakshak was laughing on all the fools who might have believed his call, there the parents were cryingly praying for their deared ones.
A foolish prank created to main witness in this case – The P.C.O owner and the school clerk.
Rakshak realized the asperity (harshness) of his false call only when Inspector Deshpande proclaimed to the press that they have caught the terrorist, Rakshak alias Raka, behind the dreaded explosion.
Deshpande, with a mockish smile on his face, took Raka to the Police van afront of the crowd at the court. Today after two months of that rainy day, Rakshak, from a simple boy next door, is a dreaded terrorist. When there the real evil ones are ready for their next act Rakshak (alias Raka thats how the press people call him) is asking himself ‘Why he is feeling guilty for the deaths of many loved ones only because of a hoax call’.
Its his Day 1 in the Bombay Central Jail. His heart is throbbing like the needle of sewing machine on which his widow mother used to work. The walls of the morbid (filled with unpleasant things) room is going to laugh and ask the same question to him for the next 14 years to come……..