Friday, May 9, 2014

Uncovered!

The campus at Vashi was lush green and a quiet place, next to a hill, difficult to believe that there existed such a serene place in this hustling bustling suburban town. With no other building in the close vicinity and huge garden surrounded by the artificial lake this residential block looked like a film setup! He could see the sun set, the deep orange full Sun, it always fascinated him. His thought as a kid looking at the sun set was, no wonder “Hanuman" felt it to be an object of desire. Since his childhood sunset fascinated him and he decided to say "yes” and immediately nodded to the administrative staff accompanying him with a big smile confirming E2/18 as his residence from now onwards.

Administrator, a man in his fifties, was puzzled. He had not yet opened the door of this luxurious accommodation meant for senior executives, yet this young man was ready with his decision. He always wondered how these young executives, half his age could take such quick decisions and of course they make so much more money than him, having 
 spent almost 25 years in this organisation, being the  senior most administrator yet  he has one bedroom accommodation for a family of 5 . While this young fellow a fresher from IIT/IIM will have a 5 bedroom apartment! Management was keen to offer him the guest house Bungalow too!  He had clear instruction from head office, if the apartment is not approved show his the Bungalow and ensure that he accepts one of the two by today and all arrangements of his shifting to be completed over weekend.  He was happy and relieved. He attempted to say something about apartment and choice made by the young executive, who was in his own world and on phone by then.

Apartment was fully furnished. All that one needed was to walk in with personal items. Administrator again tried to strike a conversation by saying that he will get the place cleaned and attendant will be at the service from the day he takes possession of the apartment. Realising that the
 young man wasn't interested in listening to him, administrator started to open the rooms, check bedrooms, lights, gadgets and other basic aspects.

He really liked the place. He sat on the sofa, opened the balcony door and was still admiring the sunset; as reflex and his habit he telephoned his mother and described the place to her. He was loud enough for administrator to listen and as the conversation was in English he could pick up the details without paying many efforts. He was happy that this young one liked the place and first call was made to his family. Attendant waited for call to end to induct him to other details and take note of his needs.

Over the next weekend he shifted to this apartment. He had little more than 3 bags and 20 cartons of books. Administrator was expecting other family members to alight from the car, but he was alone. Books took more time to find shelf, places, than other belongings. He managed his 3 bags in his room in less than 1 hour and asked his attendant, who now would be part of this apartment; to make some dal - rice for dinner. Administrator was happy to note that this young one does not smoke, nor had any other stuff that looked fishy. He, for the first time liked the senior executive hired by the company, the previous one was a chain smoker and once a room in this flat was gutted in fire as he dozed off while smoking and the cigarette fell on bed and it caught fire. The gentle man had gotten up when he felt the flames!


This young man was polite too, had asked him today about his family, his work and was talking to him with due respect. Administrator also had noticed him creating a corner in the room as a sacred space and he lighting a candle there. May be candles were no more synonyms for Christianity, globalisation has made religion border less  and now Ram, Buddha  Mahavir or any other contemporary too were offered candles instead of a pure ghee diya. Administrator too prayed silently for the well being and long life of the new incumbent and wished that he shouldn’t  be the nth person in the long list of people joining and leaving for better opportunities. He wanted this young man to stay here for longer than previous executives. All he said while leaving was, driver for his vehicle would arrive at 8 am and he was expected to be present for the first meeting at 8.30 am in the conference room.

He was enjoying the challenges of this new place, he made a connection with them on day one. Factory and workers were open to his thoughts, though he did not start with anything drastic, he was well received. The work kept him busy, and for weeks he never could see the sun set, was the only regret in his mind.

His expertise was in production and his strategies were slowly showing its impact, if only a team member from marketing could join this team, companies’ growth rate would match the target and ensure the profit estimated. He had shared this thought with one of his MDs and that was accepted.

Next week he got this news of another senior executive joining the team. MD had called him personally and informed that the new person would be his colleague and they would be at par in decision making, not that one was reporting to another nor was there any hierarchy needed. He was more than happy to have someone to work with him. He also had suggested to his MD that if the new incumbent is a single man his age group, he would be happier as they could work without any other hindrances. MD was of the opinion if the new incumbent is a single female, that would a great match for him and both he, and company would have a supplementing and completing profiles. Both had good laugh over a cup of coffee in the board room.



The new incumbent was a single man,
 a couple of years older to him, to be precise, by 4 years in age. His credentials were equally illustrious and he genuinely hoped that they both should be able to create the synchronised harmony in production and marketing.

New incumbent’s arrival coincided with arrival of delegations from Europe and Japan. One team was given another 5 bedroom apartment to be shared with five members and another team of seven settled into Bungalow officially called as guest-house. They were to be here for more than three months.
New incumbent had joined them for board meeting and it was late in the evening after the long and tiring day’s meetings the issue of his accommodation actually hit all of them.  Everyone looked tired and his luggage was still in the car. The  administrator had no clue to about this placement, which got missed by MD  in the arrangements of foreign delegates, so couldn't be at fault. Sending him to a hotel in suburb which was another 2 hour drive was seemingly the bad option. He was surprised when suddenly MD actually involved the new incumbent into this conversation, apologised for the mess, gap in communication, poor arrangements and offered him to join him to stay with him for next few weeks till at least some arrangements were made.

New incumbent wasn't perturbed by the situation, he was calm, non reactive and though he too was very tired, very politely asked him, if he could join him as he was alone, single and that he would be more comfortable, than with MD and his family, certainly
 if he had no objections whatsoever.

There was a long pause, MD was aware of him being fussy about accommodation. One thing he  had made clear while accepting this offer was even though he  was single he would never compromise of  accommodation even for a day.
He quickly gained his thoughts and welcomed the new incumbent to his place by
 accepting his suggestion, may be that was the best possible option at that time. . He was relieved but MD was puzzled with my stand and insisted that the new incumbent should join him to stay with him. There wasn't much choice left for anyone and two of them left for his apartment.


He was certainly reluctant to share his place, yet he ensured that his body language does not reveal the same. Also it wasn't that he had not stayed in hostels, or had never shared accommodations. In fact it was due to hostels and the peculiar behaviour of boys that he always opted for single rooms accommodations and was almost finicky about personal spaces.
The new incumbent was young, his age group, well built and had pleasant personality. He was observing him throughout their ride back home. He was duly impressed by his style, presentations, ideas and thoughts and the way he presented his viewpoint keeping all parameters and perspectives in mind in meeting this morning.
 He was happy to have found a colleague in new place but entry into his own home!! Was too much for him to handle on that day.


The new incumbent opted for a room that was adjoining his bedroom. This was a big room but did not have attached washroom, entry to the washroom was through the common passage and he was fine with this arrangement. Incumbent locked himself in his chosen room and he was alone again in charge of the entire space, yet a thought kept bothering him about having to share space with a stranger, bothered him for a week! .  As they started sharing spaces and work, they become friendlier and by the end of first week they did start calling each other by their first names, yet at home their interactions were limited and revolved around food and dining spaces.,

The new incumbent would always lock himself in his room. He had never heard him take phone calls after reaching home, on the other hand his calls from his family
 never stopped.  New Incumbents needs were minimal, his routine was fixed and he followed clock to the precision, rather his joke was he could be  killed easily if people just observed him for week and keep track of the details of his daily schedule. By third week, they were more than   strangers, officials, and professionals ! They were warming up to be friends. The ice had started melting and they extended their talks post dinner over a cup of coffee and also started having morning tea in the dining area instead of having the same in their respective rooms.

The new incumbent had peculiar ways of communication, gestures, and there was this roughness in his voice. His voice wasn't too deep or a manly voice, it was rather strange and some of his gestures were like eye-sore. They got noticed at all times when at home. In office, during meetings, in production areas, in conference rooms incumbent was very different, may be bit conscious and on his toes! But at home this contrast was visible and jarring. Could one person be so different at different situations?  
May be he was thinking too much about the new incumbent. He did share all this with his mother, and she was puzzled as ever with his observations.



It was Sunday morning and there wasn't any office schedule, they had decided to take it easy and start their day a bit late unlike by 8 am every day.  When he came out of his room, I saw new incumbent shaving at the sink in the common area, apparently there were some water connection issues and half the rooms/ taps were not functional. The new incumbent had no option but to complete his shaving where there was water and he was apologetic and was certainly uncomfortable as he was being observed. For the first time in these many days they saw each other in their night suits. Both were in their shorts and tees, well covered but unease continued. They both were attempting to ease the situation.


 He started reading newspaper to avoid this stare and strange situation. As the attendant got the tea for them, he put the papers down, saw incumbent’s reflection in the mirror; he was done with his shaving and was now trimming his moustache. He was staring at incumbent, and he noticed this new incumbent to be very different. Something was missing from his usual expression, which he couldn’t pin point. The new incumbent too noticed the stare and quickly left for his room.  Later and when he joined him for tea, he was in his track suit and with his reading glasses. They discussed politics for the first time over cup of tea and for a change not company's production, marketing, employee management issues or any official aspect. For all these days, they used to be at the table for tea, fully dressed to leave for office and were always catching up on notes that were needed for the day's work.


They both left for their respective rooms to get ready after  planning a Sunday outside the campus without any of the foreign delegates, or visitors, officials from the company.
He was still bothered by his expression, his looks, what was missing? Incumbent  was a  tall, well built and fairly decent looking guy, with short hair, muscular lean body resembling a sports person.  Was it his body hair that bothered him?  He decided to keep these thoughts out of his mind, and the more he decided to distract, more it became part of his thought process like obsessed!
When he came out after his daily routine, he was in his jeans and tee and was wearing floaters, while the new incumbent was dressed for a meeting! A formal white full sleeve shirt and a navy blue trousers! He was surprised and as reflex asked him about his plans if the same had changed! He thought maybe some call from MD might have led to a change in his plans. He was cool and said he prefers to dress up in this manner and does not prefer any other dress code.

The administrator had come with a maintenance guy and was busy checking for the water connectivity; they still decided leave immediately.
He decided to take his car for this outing, his mind was still thinking about this new incumbent and his relationship. Were they friends or mere colleagues? Were they going out as there was no alternative or to build a rapport for future? What if he had different accommodation? Would they still be planning  something like this? How he  wished that  they  had some meeting or emergency or some work at factory like any other day.... his mind was full of such thoughts  and the new incumbent wasn’t even paying any attention.... mechanically they both got into his vehicle to explore the suburb.


This as suburb was like any other suburb of new Mumbai, and if one had nothing in particular, movies could have been the best way to spend the day out, avoiding heat and relaxing in nice cushioned chairs.
 They entered a multiplex and got into the first movie that they both agreed upon.  In  the cinema hall as they settled on their seats, it was for the first time their hands, shoulders touched each other. This was so very different from formal handshake and official body language.  They both initially were startled and  attempted to be a bit formal but got comfortable with these thoughts and decided to focus attention on the to screen rather than such silly  matters. By the time they got out of the cinema, they were certainly bit more friendly, though not walking hand in hand or reeling over each other, but that strange distance between both was reduced and they were fine if they occasionally got pushed in the crowd, touched each other and also gave a comforting hand on escalator when it suddenly stopped and the jerk was difficult for vestibular balancing.
After having an Italian lunch together, they decided to go back to their apartment for an afternoon siesta, which was a long lost dream. He offered incumbent  to drive his vehicle; he was surprised by his own thinking, gestures, and his own actions! More so when the incumbent said he does not know how to drive a vehicle!!


They were quick to come out from the mall but got struck at the traffic junction and due to some chaos; they were stranded for good 10 minutes at that traffic point. People were trying to squeeze in, honking, noise levels and the afternoon heat, was taking common sense away from otherwise well behaved citizens. They set quietly in car, almost with no conversation and as if they had given up to destiny to be out of this traffic chaos, when suddenly he heard this forceful  knock on his side of the window, it was a eunuch, typically wanting some money.


 The knock on the window was persistent and getting stronger, louder, he could hear some swear words now as he was avoiding even eye contact with this eunuch, as was his practice since childhood, avoid eunuchs. Eunuch, now stated making ugly gestures, he was angry , losing his cool, with traffic and with no signs of any movement, his irritation was at its peak when he suddenly noticed this new incumbent calling out to this eunuch to his side of the window and rolling the windows down.

Heat, strong smell of sweat and Eunuch’s hand, all three entered the car at the same time, first thing that eunuch did was to touch him, his hands which were on steering wheel and moved  his rough hand on his hands and repeated his demand for  money making loud gestures and dirty abuses. He screamed at the top of his voice due to this gesture from that eunuch, He was about to slap this eunuchs reflex.
When he saw, how this new incumbent  just somehow managed to push him away,  and was trying to talk to this eunuch. The new incumbent was whispering something and eunuch just disappeared, as if it was his mistake to knock on their car! He rolled up windows and by then some movement in traffic got them moving forward. All of this was so sudden and so humiliating. A eunuch touching him !!! He was upset and he was almost yelling at this new incumbent for opening the windows and letting that dirty man, woman? Touch him!!!!
He felt as if he was impure, and wanted to take a shower immediately, to wash of that ugly, dirty gesture and  cleanse him thoroughly. He couldn't get over that eunuch’s ugly smile, stained teeth, gaudy make-up, hairy hands with equally ugly rings and bangles nail paint and his clothes trying to show off his body..... He wanted to get down, catch hold of that eunuch and slap that man? Or  Woman? In all his  anger and frustration he said this very loudly....

Why do we need them in our society, why can’t they just die?  May be government should take some actions....And life would be so peaceful.... “He was blurting what came to his mind.

The new incumbent was quite, unmoved, his expression had changed, but he did not apologise for opening the window! He was perplexed with his own thoughts that amidst so much of anger and frustration, how his brain was expecting an apology and about how human brain, thoughts distinguish between needs and desire from people around us.
They were into their own rooms without saying a word and he must scrub himself to peel his skin for thirty minutes for cleansing himself from that horrible touch.


In the evening, over a cup of tea, over his phone calls to his family, he again was giving vent to his emotions, and how after cleansing self for 30 minutes had helped him to overcome that lust in eyes, touch, and rough behaviour. The new incumbent was a mute spectator. His silence was bothering him, yet he decided to stop thinking and talking about this and at dinner they both were discussing company policies and plans again, getting ready for a Monday!

Their routines continued like earlier, that week they met at breakfast and dinner table like any other formal meeting and were happy to have found that space again. That Sunday was apparently erased from their life.  Almost three weeks continued like this. Work pressures were high and at times difficult to reach out to so many areas, yet challenge was exciting and both were emerged in their respective depts., work, strategies, plans, and executions that was our dream. It was now almost 8th week of them staying together and apart from that one Sunday they did not have much to share, talk. They did not know about each other's family, nor their personal likes and dislikes. Their talks were limited to company, it was difficult to rate who was more of a workaholic or asocial amongst two of them.

The Sunday that arrived was one they were looking forward after seventy two hours of very high profile work and successful implementation and they certainly deserved that break. It was only at breakfast table he realised that they were together again on a Sunday with no  specific plans. It reminded him of the time they spent together on a Sunday and the eunuch episode.

He opened the newspaper and the headlines actually got worst out of him, it was about eunuch being termed as third sex now...Supreme Court had given this verdict and t this right and how happy the world of eunuch’s and human rights community was with this decision....it was nauseating for him, the whole episode was in front of his eyes, he felt as if he was to puke and as a reflex he threw the paper away from him with such a strong a force that the entire table was shaking and real hot tea spilled all over this new incumbent.

As a reflex this new incumbent removed his tee, and as a conscious effort to avoid more burns ran towards washroom in his room.  In those thirty seconds too, he found him very conscious of self, wanting to hide self, and he saw himself running after incumbent to check if he was fine.  After all it was his mistake, his displaced anger and frustration and water in teapot was really hot, must have hurt him, and he needed to apologise to this new incumbent. Door to his room, his and bathroom was open, he was standing there bare chest, in his shorts under the shower ... Incumbent  was uncomfortable noticing him to be there he was assuring through his gestures that  he was fine and wanted his space, privacy. The attendant was behind him watching all this!

Incumbent, like anyone would have been was certainly shocked to see two of them to be there, he had not expected any one of them to be there, he wanted his privacy, and certainly was uncomfortable as he was in his shorts, and under public scrutiny.  Barely could he whisper that he was fine and wanted them to leave immediately. This entire thing may not be more than 30 seconds, yet it felt long, real long as if it was for hours.


The new Incumbent  came out after a long time, in his usual attire, ready to attend a meeting, while he was in still his casuals, feeling guilty, he was waiting for incumbent wanting to apologise, wanting to comfort him....


The new incumbent asked the attendant to get something specific ointment from the medical shop for the mild burning sensation, and asked him if he would prefer some fresh tea, which he was to prepare. May be it was his guilt so he nodded positively and followed incumbent to the kitchen. He was entering kitchen for the first time and he found the same to be spacious and it also a good view of the garden. He sat there on chair, as incumbent like an expert took charge to the kitchen and started brewing tea.

Incumbent joined him soon after, with tea, biscuits and something to munch, all that he could have gathered from kitchen for them. The pain and irritation of burning sensation was visible on incumbent’s face.  He was trying to be brave. Not much could have been done by anyone and the attendant wouldn't come for next one hour at least with the ointment.

As incumbent poured tea into their cups, he said, he was going to share his life with him and that he must listen to him. The incumbent was said this with conviction and command in his voice though he seemed polite, one couldn't have denied that time. All he requested was his  need  time till someone else comes, and he sat down with his cup on the opposite chair, looking straight into his  eyes incumbent started sharing his life…

His Story  :-

I was born into a rich family, and was only child of my parents, who were in late thirties when I was born and for them joy of a child was more important than anything else. I was protected as a special child and my mother always protected me, rather never let me go alone anywhere till I was six years of age. I had not even gone out of compound walls our palatial home.  We were a joint family system, my father was eldest who with my grandfather was trying to keep family intact, others were keen to take their share of the property and start a fresh and shift to urban setup. Arguments, disputes, differences and discussions were frequent and though elders in the family attempted to keep their differences away from us, it was evident that family was on the verge of disintegrating and not many were keen to nurture close blood relations. I distinctly remember the death of my mother, it was the same evening after we all cousins decided to have bath at the bore well in our backyard.  As a six year old one is really not ashamed of bathing naked with same age cousins, we kids were enjoying our water soaked fun, splashing water on each other, singing and shouting, till we saw a good crowd of servants, workers and some other members from the family around us and some whispers.... we were not sure what transpired but my grandfather walked in and yelled at the gathered group to start moving to their work, my mother was in a state  of shock and that night she passed away.

The silence and the whispers told me that she committed suicide.  Everyone was sympathetic towards me and my father, and they consoled my father a bit differently.  It was like he had lost all hopes and his life and his prestige was at stake. All I could gather was she committed suicide, not knowing what that meant I was in my world without being aware that how was this death and event is going to change my world in near future.

My father who was in his mid forties now, detached from life, depressed to the core, having lost his wife, and lost desire to live and accepting me was very difficult for him. He did not even talk to me properly after that episode and he was lost in his own sorrows which were beyond me to comprehend. For next seven years it was my grandfather who took me under his wings and all my social emotional needs were take care by him. He was one who kept me away from all the talks, gossips and may be sheer respect for him in the community made people trust him and accept me. I was in school doing very well academically and I was one who always stood first in class with math being my major strength. I had started realising that something is terribly wrong and I am the cause of this wrong. I lost my grandfather when I was in 8th std and by now I could gather lost pieces of my life and could understand the whispers and talk and the silence upon my arrival.  After his death, my father could not take charge of my needs and it was mainly my aunts and uncles who out of no choice were tolerating me in the family.


By 15 years of age I knew, who I was, what made people look at me, stare at me, talk at the back and why my mother committed suicide.  Was I responsible for any of these? What was my fault? Why did God do this to me? What was my destiny? Is it important for all such people to quit their normal life and lead a life in their own community?  I also was able to understand the property issues involved in this, my family was keen to grab the large share that I would otherwise inherit!

Once when the groups of eunuchs were in the village one of my aunts informed them about me and the group managed to take me with them. How could a family surrender their kids to totally strange people? Isn’t this selling kids? If I was poor or had no property? Would life be different for me? I was mute spectator and had no option but to follow what was happening as a matter of survival.

Life at the group, where eunuch stay was very different. It was disgusting, the clothes, make up, talk, food, behaviour, community living, and sexual perverseness was nauseating. It stinked, the darkness in their life was evident from their life style. I was sick for days. I would throw up every day and cried till may be all my ears dried! From the comfort of a nice home (Could I even call that home a home, where people wanted to get rid of me? Including my own father?)  from the classroom, School, life full of friends! My academic achievements??? To this dark congested place, life was not worth living. I attempted multiple times to run away from the place but every attempt was futile. I was punished, mocked, laughed at, and all the time I was reminded who I am and was made to believe, accept that I must accept my destiny and devote life in the service of God.  I was simultaneously given lessons in dressing, body gestures, style and that clapping to keep evil away??? Evil from whose life? how could I who had no control over self, do good to others? if life is at stake could I bless and wish success in lives of others??? Thoughts were suffocating and so was life...


Even though I was going through all these my mind was noticing minute details about people taking care of me, every time I threw up or I was sick someone would take care of me, be gentle and nice to me, would be kind enough to talk and share their stories, took care and talk to me about my school, my ambition simply put accept me as I was.... Which no one had done in past so many years! In my earlier world I was unique creature, born because of curse, because of some wrongs in my previous birth and here I was similar to them, with none being superior, inferior...at par.

When I could not adjust to the life at this new place even after six months, I was taken to the head of the family. Yes! at each such community, there is a head and they treat you as their family.  She was the ugliest person, I had ever seen in my life. The huge size, the nose ring, painted lips, stains of paan, and clothes revealing more than covering, she had that peculiar smell of Attar and at every second word she clapped so loudly! Her voice was hoarse and the moment I was introduced to her as new entrant in the community, she hugged me to suffocation and I wished death right then… the stench entered my nose and brain… as permanent memory.

When she asked me to talk share what was bothering me, I could barely open my mouth as if I was mute, my heart was beating faster and I was ashamed... I started crying as I missed my mother for the first time and I had for the first time realised the word and meaning to being protected. She coaxed me to talk... She touched me almost everywhere to nudge me, to probe me... I fainted.


I do not know what transpired next, but I was into a different apartment when I woke up  the same head  of the community was standing next to my bed, talking to someone in a very soft tone. I could hear everything... She had arranged for a tutor for me, she was planning for continuation of my studies and she was to bear the cost and most important I was to stay in this place with her and two other eunuchs and teacher would come every day to teach me...continue with my studies and academics.  If I had the energy and courage I could have hugged her... such a paradox is life!!!
                                                                                             

Every time I excelled in academics, She would come and appreciate me, hug me tightly and had just one line to say, the day you stop to top the class, you will take over my fortune!  I guess that was going for me. Was it fear? Was it my genes? Was it my own strength to fend for self? Was I truly blessed to have found people who care for me in contrast to the so called caring family....? I never liked those hugs but now I felt protected again.

Once when I was 18, I decided to go to my village and meet my family members, against the wishes of my new family members.  I still curse that day for the treatment that was given to me by my close relatives! First they refused to recognise me, they were treating me like that untouchable, and finally one of my aunts did something that made me leave the place... She took out Rs 5001/- and gave to me as gift and donation to my cult, and asked me to wish for the permanent well being of the household for generations to come. She also told me that my father died and now property was distributed amongst all other family members and it is best that I do not meet my cousins; even let them know that I even existed!! They would be so ashamed of me and their life would be in turmoil!!!

I was almost pushed out of the house. This humiliation was more than one accepting that you are different, for no apparent fault of yours, for a DNA defect!  People were happy to keep their mentally retarded, spastic kids, disabled kids  and shower that all the help in life, but cannot think of keeping a ..... Why is society like this? Why are defects dirty?  Why is it that we do not have answers to these questions....?
I do not know what stopped me from ending my life, instead it reached home again, head of the family was waiting for me... I went straight to her, and hugged her tightly and this time nothing bothered me! I was able to soak myself in her warmth, care love, concern for her family member. All she said was, other people from our community were following me for my safety... World is like this, brutal, real and unnerving…better accept it and sooner the better.... I am glad that you are back. Now  focus on your studies and if you want to bring in change in self, in this community, show them the way through education, follow your dream and help others to follow their... I was deprived of basics all my life, with struggles, mostly humiliations, exploitations, and my ability to find ways through those I have become head of this cult... But times are changing, we need to bring in education and embrace the change.  Dancing, roaming and begging in the name of worshipping God may not help us, our community anymore, we need more strength to unite and it is only education that will bring in this change.... So follow your dreams...

Since then she has paid for all my fees, she is constantly with me  for all my successes academically, or other efforts. Life wasn't very easy, at college for admission, for applications, for travel, one has to write gender and at all such steps humiliation, rejection, was only thing that greeted me. Not many experience this humiliation as they never have taken this path. She stood by me at all such times, helped me take the desired courses, hired lawyers to fend, fight for me, as she strongly believed in only one aspect, that this  stigma, humiliation, constant rejections needed to be changed, to be made more palatable, more acceptable to the community, to sensitise them with what other people go through and most important we are humans.

I have been through all this, standing at traffic signal, reaching out to people when there is wedding and birth, travelling in trains, I did pick the art of being one of them as money that it got me was helping me pay my fees, pay for other aspects of my life. But as I entered college I consciously decided to be away from these daily routines. I made this choice of refining self, you know once you start accepting others, you become like them, you are part of them, so unknowingly I too had picked up their language, tone, and ways of walking, dressing and most importantly cursing like them.... I once on a special request from the head of the community went to attend a marriage in South, I found myself dancing in my own cousins wedding, we had spent so much time together that it was almost difficult to forget faces, I recognised him immediately but  he and other family members, they refused to recognise me, I was pleading to them for recognition, for once accepting me and calling me by my first name, they were deaf and mute, they seemed nervous  about my presence,  while I kept waiting for a glimpse of familiarity in their eyes.... All that I was asking for was acknowledgement; I wasn't claiming my property which they had conveniently grabbed... It took me three years to be out of this!  It was head of the community again, who along with help of doctors and psychiatrists helped me find my path, my dream college, career profiles that most people envy to have or only dream about! Graduating from leading management school and joining companies as senior executives with salary that was once a dream!

Finally we had found a lawyer who along with other heads in the community decided to fight for this case, case for making the supreme authority in this country to accept us as we are, accept us as country men, as equals as capable human beings... Haven’t society accepted people who cannot reproduce? then Why not us? That’s where this movement started some years ago....


Finally we will not be ashamed of being us for no fault of ours legally now. We would be able to stand and claim ourselves to be third gender.


We want society to accept us as we are, give us chances of employment, we do not want special quotas like other communities and casts, we want our basic rights, right to live, right to study, to get equal employment, to opportunities, then we would have no need to stand at crossroads and..... How can anyone bless anybody who has been a reject from his/her own parents, family and immediate society? Families may still not accept us, may reject us and force us to join cults, but these cults are home, safer than society where there exists, equality, collaboration, empathy, and most important that it stand for you, it protects you and gives you your identity!....


I am a eunuch....   Do you hear that?.. Understand.... I too am a eunuch....incumbent now  was almost hysterical..


Yes, I am one,  and I am proud of myself, my being, my existence and people who have helped me reach here...I am at par with anyone from the world divided over two genders. We are proud to be a community who helps people rejected and are rarely involved in criminal aspects. …”’
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The new incumbent  was talking so passionately, each word had so much pain, such humiliation, and desire to grow, come out of the closet and bring in the change.  The time seems to have stopped ...The tea cups in their  hands, unsipped, cold tea, and contrast of  new warmth that got generated... the new incumbent now  broke down and was sobbing, uncontrollably ... He continued, on that day near the traffic signal, he opened the car windows to  share a code word with the eunuch that was knocking on his side of the window. Incumbent asked him trying to gather his composure,  if he had  did noticed that Eunuch disappeared without any demand....Yes, we at eunuch community are now more actively trying to rebuild our image and this is a landmark decision....

He did not know when he  got up from his chair and hugged him- the new incumbent. He found him gentle, like him, his hands were soft, his touch had warmth.  From where did he gather these wrong notions about eunuchs? Did he experience anything ever? Why was he so skeptical about accepting them? What harm had they caused to him, in his  life, his society?  why was he so strong, vehement  in his  emotions about them? Does he hate white collared criminals with this same  intensity? He was ashamed of his own behaviour...unknowingly his hands were caressing the new incumbent gently, he allowed him to  cry... As he  allowed vent to his own tears...ice seems to have melted. His arms were around the new incumbent  creating a ring, a ring of protection, He felt that dire need to protect this inspirational new incumbent , to respect him, and communicate that how he felt with his achievements and how proud he was with the way he had dealt with his life, worked against all odds and his  achievements.
 He was dwarfed by what  was uncovered by this new incumbent. He was ashamed of himself, his world, his so called protective world and family….  And together as they walked towards his room, he felt to  have found a new cause  a new purpose...with this new friend.
 But did this incumbent  really need his  ring of protection, was he  capable? Will he be able to introduce him to his family? Will he be the best man at his  wedding? Does he really need this acceptance ? Acceptance from court, the supreme authority ?  Isn’t acceptance beyond legal entangles?.... 

He  had found a friend in this new incumbent ...  some one who was capable and competent and was not divided over issues related to gender....


Will this new incumbent accept him to be his friend? This was his main thought as he led this new incumbent to his room, to his bed, and he sat next to him comforting him, watching him fall asleep and waiting to regain his lost confidence.
He did not leave his room this time, he did not feel the need of that personal space that he had created all his life with others….he sat there to be with him to stand again and may be to walk together with him , in his journey….Each life has a story and each such life needs to be uncovered.....


Thursday, July 18, 2013

Dementia



How is she now?
Asked the relative of the fragile old lady who has in her late 80s and was operated for hip replacement.

She will be discharged tomorrow...

My short response was not taken very positively by the relative, I felt he wanted her to stay there for some more time, may be get into some complications and stay at the hospital only! I was surprised by my own thoughts and my getting so involved with this patient

The blank stare on both patient and her relative lingered  around the room and my thoughts...

Oh!
Came as a very Calculated response from ten relative. He certainly wasn't sure how to handle the discharge and this news!

Can this be extended by a couple of days...he was very slow, calculating, and wanted to be very safe while asking this question.

Why?!!! My very sharp reaction and tone bothered me too!
Nothing specific... He smiled sheepishly and said I need to make some arrangements at  home ...

He left his sentence and the counter mid way....his answer!


Life as hospital attendant is very demanding and challenging and one always comes across various aspects of family life, drama even in such situations. Having witnessed fights between brothers, spouses and kids about who will take charge of the patient to who will pay the  all the bills ... Have left so many scares .. That I wonder at times how and why wounds heal!

This old lady was a patient of dementia for last 10 years and her situation was worsening every year. Some three 4 or 5 years  ago she was at the our hospital for fracture near elbow and that time her family members were not so insensitive I guess. This is my 15th year at the same hospital and ward and I don't think that I will ever get promoted beyond my current levels!

I had checked records from previous admission and that time it was stated that her son who took her back home.

The gentleman I was talking to, certainly was not her son.... My be was her grand son? Or...

A different and unique curiosity forced me to make a  dig at this situation... But he was now where to be seen! Patient was all alone

I announced for his name from PAS and Waited for him to arrive...but he did not appear! I too got busy with some other administrative work and it did not occur to me that patient was all alone without any relative for more than 10 hours now.

As i went to report this to this senior administration for filing a report with police for abandoning a patient, I saw him seated with hospital administrator and he seemed distressed...

The old lady was his maternal  grandmother. For all these years she was the most loving and caring mother, mother in law, grandmother, neighbour and any other role that she must have  played. No one from the family remembered that she ever had raised her voice or had any major argument with anyone ever! It was  some years ago when the old age caught on her and she had these episode of forgetting things, names, places, situations and connections. Family took all this with pinch of salt and was protective about her. Last two years she had lost all connections and did not even recognise her own son, daughter!
All she had was memory of her childhood, memories of her parents, siblings and of time when she was 16/17 and some memories from near past.

After the last hospitalisation some two years ago, things were worsening, she forgot if she had meals, taken bath, and at times lost control and family found it strange when she started shouting , abusing and screaming for seemingly no reasons. She was not aware of death of some close family members and  after death of her son, her daughter took her to their home.

It was since last 2 years that she was with them. At her daughter, and her family was adjusting to her style, temper tantrums and it was getting difficult every day.

Twist came in last fortnight, when a friend of this grandson visited the family. they both studied together at college and he came for the first time to this house.  every-time someone visited the house, this old lady would ask about who the visitor is! this usually was true for family members too! she would kepp asking questions to her daughter about who she is, why is she here in her house, how long will she stay and so on.... most of the time situations were hilarious and frustrating . as soon as this person entered the house, she smiled, as if she recognised him! Her daughter asked her if she actually had!

She very confidently said yes!

There  was a different kind of glow on her face the regular lost expression was gone,she  than started of, how when she was 17' she liked a boy in the neighbourhood and how they had managed to some time everyday for themselves and eventually she fell for him and they had relationship. This certainly was not socially acceptable to her parents and they married her off  to a boy from poor family.
She said the young man who had arrived was her "friend's" grandson! She knew exactly that time, the name of  her friend, which city he arrived from and rattled exact address, all this matched with the details of the visitor and the name in fact was visitors grand father's name!

She said this very proudly that she loved this man all her life very secretly and it was due to social mirror and pressure she married a different boy and to fulfilling wishes of her parents she continued to be a good daughter after having hurt them!

She continued with  specific details of her meeting with that man, his looks, his house, his family, his acceptance and craving for her!

There was pin drop silence in the room.

No one knew exactly how to act including the guest, who had come for the first time to this household, and the eerie silence prevailed.

The old lady was excited and was in a different frame and kept on asking questions about grandfather of this guest!

All of this must have. Lasted for 10 minutes, the glow, disappeared. She was her original self again, lost and asked the visitor.... Who are you?

No one responded this time, they needed some time...

Old lady got excited and stood up started walking, before everyone realised what was happening to her... She fell down and ... Now was in hospital Afro hip replacement... There were no other complications medically...

Dementia, whatever you remember is always correct and your subconscious brings it out for you,

It created a different kind of burden for all. Family needed sometime time recover from this shock! They wanted to forget this before she was taken home  and they needed some time to be normal self....

 Doctors were discussing impact of dementia

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Teachers' Day :)

There is "respect " in the air!!

This is the best part when culture and tradition amalgamate with young and energetic minds!
Young ones' are Energetic and Provocative! Their  enthusiasm is contagious and that keeps Teachers rolling!! racing to keep pace with time and preparing for  "times" ahead!!

Reflecting and Introspecting!! There exist a fine difference between both though both may seem tow sides of a coin! My wishes  and suggestions for All today is

Introspect- why is respect seen / felt/ experienced today.... Is this tradition? Is this because of the day designated? Is this limited to a profession? What is it that i teach? Do i always teach? Is this because i deserve?


My Prayers:-

To All My Teachers Who Help Me Grow Everyday- With Gratitude...


My wish:-
The "respect" in the air..... may linger longer....may  stay forever....

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Dear Readers.....
Will be positng some 80 pages of my new story soon.....

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Stranger

Stranger

I was skeptical about this new employee; something was amiss, very difficult to point out the problem but, my sixth sense was giving me alarms. I posted him at our new branch some miles away from me… I did not want my negative feeling to ruin his work or color his image for others. he indeed was highly qualified and most suitable for this job. all said and done, he was a person… worth second look, smiling –charming and mannerism that would melt any tough cookie!! he could have tried his hands in advertisement industry if not in films….

his looks – credentials still did not impress me…I was unaware of the reasons but the more I tried to distance him from self more he got attracted to me. in all our regional meeting he would come and ensure that he spends some time with me. he would always keep the professional distance, never talk about his personal life nor would he ask or probe into my life.

After six months also, I was yet to give him clean chit! Why was I so reluctant? Was my sense of judging people so correct and strong? Had I not failed miserably in my earlier attempts to judge people and claim that I knew how to judge people? Knowing well that “judging” is not ethical!!

My last attempt of judging an employee was real eye opener for me, I trusted this employee who was not performing well and constantly needed reminders. He had shared some of his personal problems with some of us at office and once while giving him feedback he cried like a small kid… my heart went out for him, and though there were issues about his integrity, I convinced management to be lenient towards him and he later; in no time he joined our rival company!

Almost everyone mocked at me and at my claims of knowing personnel management and my claims about all psycho therapies! I was low profile afterwards but not out of circulation! Judging people and dealing with them was part of my profile.

When he joined the company, I was the only one who rated him high and yet could not trust him. His work experiences were very different, if one was to believe him every 12 months his profile changed. Needless to add there seemed growth and precisely this was the reason for my doubts for him.

He made good start in our organization too and his popularity was soaring daily… was I nervous? Or was I desperately trying to find faults and prove my point? Popularity in management parlance is due to sales figures he managed and targets he achieved. Tough he never was threat to me; he was much junior in age and at least couple of ladders below in management titles that are more of decorative pieces than of any other uses.

Now, we were to meet again at or regional training center popularly known as MDC. MDC has its reputation for quality inputs, infrastructure library and faculty. I wanted to avoid him. I ensured that our rooms were poles apart at MDC and I took train to reach MDC. My staff was surprised by my decision of not flying in and kind of loosing around 28 hours in this journey. I was sure that I did not want to reach earlier and spend time listening to him!

Was I insecure? Was he playing on my mind? Was he becoming a threat to me and my knowledge about people? Clueless me and strong fixed ideas….why was I spending so much of my energy for him; to prove him wrong or to prove me right?

I started my train journey, though it was 2nd AC I was bit uncomfortable… for past 10 years I had never travelled in train. It all started with my trips abroad and soon it became a habit… trains were outgrown as a teenager outgrows into motorbikes from bicycles!!

Train was comfortable but my mind was busy comparing it with business class. Compartment was not so crowded and in my aisle I was the lone passenger! I decided to catch up on my sleep to distract my mind which was comparing speed of train and aircraft!!

I must have slept for good two hours and when I woke up I found one more passenger …

This lady smiled and greeted me… was I dreaming? Why would any stranger smile and greet me? I instantly got up… trying to avoid looking at her, I picked up my bottle and started drinking water as slowly as possible and trying look out side window and presuming that it was sunset time and sun looked so beautiful… knowing well that it was just late afternoon and good 3 hours for sun to set… suddenly I felt I saw him… his reflection in the window… I was so shocked that I lost my control and I dropped the water bottle… my reflexes were slow… my one hand was trying to pick the bottle and another one was trying to find napkins and papers to clean the mess…and profusely apologizing to the family.

He said “that’s alright sir! Are you all right?”

Now, I looked at them… to my surprise he was the one, to avoid him I had taken the train! He was saying something… his words were falling on my deaf- ears… making some sense… I had to recover and behave! I smiled and in my mind started thinking about how will I respond to his questions…

He continued… I told Manpreet… It has to be him only… but I could not have removed blanket to see your face to I had to wait for you to wake up! I never take flight, as Manpreet also joins me …. We always take the train.

Manpreet chipped in, sir- I have heard so much about you… and when he saw your name on the list while boarding the train… his joy was boundless… he is like a small kid… he switched on lights and tried to make some noise… but you were fast asleep.

What has she heard about me? Does he talk business at home? Is this being professional? All sorts of questions were crossing my mind…I was trying to show my initial surprise as genuine surprise and I made a story about my train trip as one which would help me catch on my sleep.

We still had 20 hours of journey left and I was already thinking about alternatives? They both were trying to make me as comfortable as possible. This was making me uncomfortable.

For the sake of continuing conversation I asked them, “where will you stay mam”… she replied instantly “rest homes” at railway station – cheap- safe and comfortable”!! I just smiled... (She said I have seen many railway stations in my life now... and they both had good laugh!) Wondering why is that it necessary for her to join him during all such meetings?

She must have read my mind … and answered, initially I was too afraid of staying alone and now it has become more of a habit than comfort.

How does your family take this…? There was pin drop silence for a while…

She said; we do not have kids…. And

Our parents are Hate us!!... He completed.

The pause seemed too long, I was reluctant to start any conversation, and yet I was curious to know about their past.

She was the one to take the lead again,

We are married for 20 years now! They really did not look so old…

We got married when I was 17 and he was 19! For 3 years we were absconding and our parents and police were searching us throughout this country….we spent those 5 years in Nepal as students… How we managed to reach there is yet another long story… We stayed with one family …they treated us as if we were their own kids,

We joined college and completed our education, got married again, and now have Nepali passport!!.

How did you mange college admission? Before I could complete my thought or question… he started narrating those days…

I was the “Hero” in that small town and most people from Punjab (Film Star dharmendra is from our village) were willing to send me to Mumbai and try my luck in bollywood. My father worked as clerk in college and he was very proud of his son… I was almost like a show case for entire town, I too liked this Casanova image, which gave me license to “look” at girls!! Have fun, act, play pranks, and bunk college to be at Gym and work on my body!! I was everywhere… from Ramlila grounds to banks and from Gym to corners where friends had their tea or just gossiped... this was my second year in college and I had made my plans to get into Hollywood when I accidently banged into …

It was a rain soaked day, my driver was missing, and I was craving for him to look at me… I was hoping that my driver would come and I would be able to offer him lift… and we will be together in car.. My romance with my thoughts got disrupted when he came on his scooter and told me about flat tyre of the car and driver unable to leave the vehicle and reach college to pick me up…

I reluctantly ( though I was craving…) followed him and may be that was the day I fell for him…My father was the industrialist and richest farmer in the entire district… like most girls I too was wanting to get married to him…. The HERO …but our communities, casts, were different, life styles were different and the voids were such huge that no amount work could ever bridge the gap…

It took us only 8 meetings and 3 months to commit for life… someone from my father’s business partners had seen us on the day it was raining and I was on his scooter to reach our car… I got a warning from my father about this… driver lost his job, one escort joined me for my daily trips to college… and his family was given one ultimatum!!

I just could not tolerate this act of my father, how could he insult people, so what if he was rich and controlled the community. Others too were respected citizens. HERO – till than I never knew his name… was also a different kind of boy… he never miss-used his looks … was ethical- helpful and was doing well in studies – so what if he was poor… My arguments were seen as act of “my love” to him and his influence on me…and he trying to eye our property…. I was the only daughter of my parents none of my siblings born prior or after me had survived- I had special place- in my house… but this was not acceptable to my father… But I was not in love… I had just met the boy once and that too because driver could not reach the place…Environment at home was suffocating for me… I met him once to inform him the repercussions of that rainy day…

I saw him for the first time… so closely… his golden skin… his soft hair… and his smile… well built body and gentleness in his voice…. I knew from that day, my heart was not mine anymore… I started loving him… but could not confess... till next 2 months… My body guard dutifully reported this meeting to my father… who threw a rage… not only my college was stopped for a week, he too was attacked, He fought them bravely and like a true Hindi film hero… was the winner in the fight!!

My father could not take this insult…

His father who was proud of his son… had one more reason to smile… his son was not only obedient but also a brave heart who fought 15 men single handedly!! He was proud of his son .. But was demeaning my family…

My father planned my marriage and his father planed a trip for him to Mumbai for his career in films…we met once again and decided to elope, not realizing that we were underage and our actions could put us in more troubles…

The day he was to go to Mumbai, I was to see a boy from another rich family as my prospective groom, I was given ultimatum from my father,” if the boy who was to come a see me… says “yes” I had no options… but to get married at the first instant… choice was for boys … they could say no to me… he wanted me to get married before my ‘love story- nonexistent- which was more in his minds than ours…becomes public!! And I lose my character!!

She became too emotional… and stopped… I did not know what to do next… silence was deafening… train was moving and life was still…

After a while he stared… I had never liked her actually… but my heart fell for her, for the first time I saw beauty in her… when she was narrating things that she suffers because her father feels that she loves me!! I said to self… this person needs help…

I was planning for my trip to Mumbai as I wanted to try my luck with films, I actually could go and stay with dhramji…though for a day..Yes, from our village… anyone could go to his house and stay for a day… and if the person wanted to try his luck in the film industry than stay was up to 8 days!! But no recommendations!! Only talent and willingness to slog it out!! I was sure I would make it in the industry… I had that scope…

As part of my shift to Mumbai, I had collected all my certificates, copies of mark sheets and I asked her too to keep things ready… why was I doing this I was not very sure… but I had my basic papers including copy of my ration card.

The boy who was to come and see her… was my friend… he helped us run away…

Many marriages took place in my village wherein bride and groom were underage and it never struck us that we could be in trouble…we just escaped the village that evening, with help of the friend who was her prospective groom!!

We decided not to go to Mumbai… from Amritsar I tried calling this friend next day… he told narrated the tragedy that struck our homes that day…

Her mother suffered heart attack and her father who was furious already… took pledge to kill both – me and his daughter… who kind of defamed the family and brought the ill luck- health to the house… He also went the same day to my place, insulted my parents… tried to through the belongings out, … community and sarapanch was the people who helped my family and they forced my father to lodge a complaint against him!!

This changed the entire focus…. And soon our age became the matter of discussion and with in no time police issued search warrant for us… we needed to leave Amritsar too… We got married in a temple… took pledge to be together in all situations…

At Amritsar railway station we banged into this couple who was from Nepal, and we kind of told them that we were on our way to seek blessings from lord Pashupatinath- post our wedding a custom… we reached Nepal without any hassles… this couple extended their invitation … and took us to their home… Next day we were at pashupatinath temple…. We got married their… again…. But this time with some rituals… no one asked us any age proof or anything…

I tried to call my friend… from Nepal… but there was no response… I thought maybe he was not at home… nor did I wanted to talk to anyone… after 3 days we decided to leave from Nepal, but destiny had something else in store…

The old man suffered heart attack and I had to rush him to the hospital, may be because I was young and could lift him…or may be the seriousness of the matter forced me to get into this act… I am not sure… old man was in hospital for 10 days… in these 10 days we came to know about voids in their life and they came to know about our truth…

Once home , this old man tried to call … my friend was still not reachable… I tried my father in his college… and was horrified with what he shared…. My friend was now in jail… her father had filed a case against him for kidnapping his daughter and selling it to me!! He had given ads in paper with our photographs and news papers –public places were full of our photographs and there was a prize of rs. 20000/- if someone could bring us back to village… a team had gone to Mumbai also and checked with dharmji… My fathers requested me not call again… and stay away for some more time wherever I was till all this subsided…. I could not inform him that I was in Nepal… I needed money… whatever I had was over long back and we could not have stayed longer with this old couple…

Old couple somehow convinced Manpreet to stay with them and stay- study in Nepal…We now stayed with this family… and we started our education… courtesy this old couple…Our marriage had not consummated yet… this old couple explained the “ concept called marriage_ institution of marriage” importance of being self sufficient… All seemed fine as we had no contacts with our parents back home…

My next call to my father was after 3 months, the minute he recognized my voice… he said admission dates were over and if you keep calling us again and again… police can trace your number and reach you!

I understood what he meant… last call to college was heard…/ traced… and police was now waiting for some more clues… I cried like a small baby that day… old man kept moving his fingers in my hair… till I slept… I wanted to go back…

I wanted to fight this… I wanted my pride back…

Manpreet wanted me….She hated her father even more now…

After almost a year , I tried to contact my father aging… this time the old man had called up, as if he it was a proposal of marriage for me… The version he got from my father was scarrier…

His son had abducted a girl… and now this was a CBI case!!

Thankfully no one had seen – heard about us being in Nepal

I completed my graduation… I enrolled myself for Masters in the most prestigious college of Kathmandu… all supported and sponsored by this family…. In the meantime one day we were married again… I was now 21 and she was 19…. By the Indian law I now could marry anyone with mutual consent…

We decided to return to our village …

Our new parents were with us… they were to be the mediators…. We reached the village… we were in a taxi, like every village, taxi here speaks volumes …police followed us before we could reach my home and I could meet my parents, or they could even realize that I had come back… or who was the couple accompanying me/ us… we were taken to police station… her father too was their… our marriage certificate and date of marriage on certificate proved that we were legally married and this was not a case of abduction … Manpreet publically accepted that she willingly left with me and is major enough to marry a person of her choice and this marriage took place after she was major… and there was no force…

Police could not do much… they tried to pacify my father… in rage he announced that he will kill both…Manpreet tried to talk to her mother… but she was helpless.. And mute spectator in the whole drama… I decided to leave immediately with our new parents! They were aghast… speechless and trauma was such for them that he complained chest pain…

We left the village , rather we survived the chase… our vehicle was fired by her father and bullets brushed past us! God saved us…. But the old couple took this to heart… they did not want to stay a min in India, health was not such that we could have left them… so we came back to Nepal

We now got threats in Nepal, we did not want this family to suffer because of us, so we moved to Biratnager… now chase was simpler for her father… within one year we moved to Mumbai, and I wanted to try my luck with films… I did one ad… and we were caught again… this time death was so close by, that I almost lost Manpreet, she was expecting bullet hit her in intestine… she survived…

We could have continued, but another passenger walked in… the 4th passenger… there was pin drop silence…

I could notice uneasiness on Manpreet’s face… she was nervous, wanting to switch off lights and sleep…she took her asthma pump… she did look breathless, and he started to smoke! What combination… after a while she started complaining about her health…

He got up and approached TC for a seat change! They moved to AC 1st class… without even acknowledging my presence- as if I was STRANGER….

After they left, the passenger who had walked in , because of whom they had left… started communication with me… I was in no mood… to talk to him… I was constantly thinking as to why they left… what was the reason… was health the real cause? If she had asthma attack why did he start smoking…

But the person- co-passenger now was so eager to talk to me… said… I know the couple who just left… I was in jail because of them for almost 2 years… I thought he was the friend who helped them run away….

Before I could say anything…

Stranger continued; Manpreet comes from a rich family, she married this “hero” of the village much against her father’s wish… but being only daughter parents accepted this alliance after their first son was born. ”hero” had never seen money in his life… after his this marriage both his parents died soon… so he shifted to be with Manpreet’s family… slowly he took over the family business…

Suddenly the style changed for this “hero” and he was now in-charge of finances and money that he had never seen. New cars and mega expensive life style, foreign tours were a vicious cycle. People took advantage of this and fortune started dwindling… in 10 years. The son was now in Hostel in Europe and lot of money for his fortune- future was kept aside. Actually that is the only fund that he has managed, rest all was either spent on fun –frolic- and items of materialistic pleasure….someone forged the accounts, I was working with Manpreet’s father for long… I was seen as the culprit and police complaint was lodged against me it took me two years to be out of jail but her father was by my side … Manpreet’s father now asked them to leave…. And I look after the estate now… including the education of son… who is more attached to grandfather than parents… parents were never there… they were always touring…..having fun and never thought that son would not even connect to them… he is now 18 and plans to revive the empire of grandfather…He hates his parents. He continued for three more hours… I kept listening and my reactions were too slow… numb… he felt I was moved by his story…. He did not know that I knew him and we worked for the same organization… I did not feel like sharing this info with him…I was lost….

He was not there for the meeting at MDC, this puzzled me more, where could have he disappeared? Was he afraid to face me? Why me? Why did he share his story? Many thoughts were bothering me and all questions were unanswered, till in a fortnight we received his resignation, he was joining as MD of a new company…. One more journey….

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