And the Red Bulb highlighted those three dreaded letters..ICU.
Silence.......
... stony silence gripped the whole existence.
He cannot believe it... He must not believe it rather... He was convinced , Mohter will come out and hug him and say..Hey Kiddy, was joking re"...
Three hours passed by......
He felt a known hand on his shoulders....His father...
Eyes squared.... and for the first time, leaving all inhibitions, he fell into his arms and broke down... No dad.... She will come..I know.., God cant be so cruel.. Two lives ..are completely dependent on her..,, U..... Me.......
And And ... U know dad.. We don't exist without her... There's somebody.. needed to get both of us along...
U know...
The Dad.... embraced his Son.. and joined him... and his tears started finding way through the shirt of his Son
Soon the Son got wet... and the role reversed..... Now the Son became the Father...
Two grieving souls... One's crying for the Mother...and the Other crying for Wife...Actually both crying for their existence.
It was a happy family... of three .Sadanand-the father,Mohit-the son and the umbilical cord joining these two guys Mansi-the mother.
Mansi was World to both of them but there was no meeting point for the father son duo.. Known to no body..except these two..Why there was so much hate... So much So.. that Mohit used to taunt him infront of Mansi...."hey Moma.. Where's is SAD...?
and Sadanand never lost the opportunity to quip.. "yeah..Mad?? and Mansi..O Mansi.. helpless as always,,rushes to her favorite desti..Kitchen... But there was agreement..and that too on only one issue....
That ..Mansi is the Best.. The Best cook, the best mother, the best wife ,the best.the best...
Ha Ha Ha.....Yeah..the perfect..
She was perfect..and She was the meeting ground for the father and Son..
And today, as Mansi was driving Mohit back to home from School.. He insisted, he be allowed to drive the car for a while..
Mother , the loving Mother... with little bit cautionary advice.. gave in..
5 minutes passed and he did glanced at his mother as if he did prove her wrong..
Suddenly..
at a T-Junction.....
A lorry.......showed up from no where..
and Out of fear, the Accelerator and the Brakes got pressed simultaneously...
Mohuu..... Watch out........" Mansi yelled..!!!!!
Moma.........and his voice was cut short...AND..
the Monster....
RAMMED into the left portion of the car........
He could just remember this much......
Both were still into each others arms..
The Red Light went off and the Word ICU lost its sheen..
Both of them rushed to the incoming doctor..
who was definitely looking diffident, as if wanted to sneak away nowhere....
Words can kill..
Five letter word.., famous word....rather infamous...
SORRY.....the doom came out of the mouth of the doctor..and
everything came to a stand still..
All others related.distantly or close...came sobbing and said something.... to them... but it was all useless...
Because the words do have meaning for the living, but for the DEAD, words go DEAD too..
Three months passed...... but the memories didn't fade so early... and for these two ORPHANS...
nothing changed...
Sad and Mad changed to Sadanand and Mohit..again..
Good Morning changed to Good Afternoons and Good Night.. Oh.. Who the hell wanted the night to get over.. Both of them... found solace in the oblivion bestowed upon them by the all engulfing Night...
And Sadanand, after three months break,went to his office...
It was 7 pm sharp and the doorbell started disturbing the silence of the abode of the only hermit... Mohit...
He indifferently went up to the door and openend..
Come Shikha... " He heard his father calling somebody into his house..
Something really BAD ,got into Mohit's ears....III
He SHOUTED..SAD.. I did tell u not to bring this shit into my house, didn't I??
It was all RED , his eyes.....
Sadanand said nothing.
The lady's eyes got moistened.
Both of them came into the room ignoring him..
"Didn't We have an agreement regarding that, SAD...? Mohit was unrelenting.
Sadanand said nothing again. and moved into his room along with her....
but not before dropping the bomb... "She's not shit.. Now she's your MOM...."
WHAT?????
SAD... She could be anything but...not my MOM.. did u hear ,, u pervert.... " Mohit simply went MAD.. How come this guy, who professed eternal love to his mother ,can just turnaround into a ......" he could not say more. Still something was left but How ???
More than 3 hours passed , and he came out of his subconscious consciousness ...
Mumma, Y did u leave me... here .. ??? And he cried , yelled, sobbed...
Whole night......................
He felt alone.... No body was there.. He felt as an alien in his own HOME.. sweet home.. huh.!!!
But something was also moving that the hapless protagonist missed...
The curtains of his fathers new wife's room.. oh sorry the lad's newly crowned "MoM's room" often took the help of not so blowing breeze .... and a pair of eyes.. sorry ... rather one eye replacing each other at short intervals... was trying to see her "canvas"-- to which she dreamt of carving a new scenary... a new beginning..
she wanted to reach out... and assure that .. She z not an intruder and She z not there to erase what he so dearly wanted to preserve.. in his dreams , in this house and for his satisfaction of some sort , in his fathers mind , heart.. But ... the introductory remarks.. ensured that she dare not.... and
the distance remained unbridged and breeze that was never there, stopped..
Next day....
Mohit's door didn't open.. even the clock blared 12 o clock..
Shikha couldnot wait more..
she rang Sadanand... " Mohu" isn't opening the door,sada."
" Did u knock at his door??" asked Sada.. his voice did shake a bit..
yeah, she replied. I did'nt want to bother u Sada...
Within half and hour... Sadanand was there, knocking...
but in vain..
It was more than what the poor Shikha could take
Moh... Mohit... I will go from ur home.. but please open the door..
Poor Sadanand too broke down..
and when every request failed .. Sadanand tried the ultimate
Mad.. Open the door for my Mansi's sake...!!!!
After 5 minutes... there was some movement.... yes.. he opened the door..
and he came near to his father and asked with .. shaking voice and teary eyes...
Don't take her name .... Let her live in peace and ...... me too...
......... Sad""...
The very familiar word 'Sad' evoked something in Sadanand and he forcibly hugged his son.. his Mad... and everything was lost.. all egos.. all shackles got broken... both of them forgot everything... cried like hell..and it looked like the Rudali in them got awaken from deep slumber.. Today Mansi's soul , wherever it would have been,must have got Moksha...
as even without her .. the father son duo are with each other...
Oh .. Did we forget something..
Yeah...
Both seemed to be oblivious of the presence of Shikha...
it happens always... and the new member feels as an "intruder"..
and Poor Shikha ... did not want to be .... spoilsport...
when Sad ,,,,, - our Sadanand got to his normal self, realized that the newest official member of family might have felt ''unwanted''..
But..... Mohit who for the first time had used his father's bosom to lay his worst fears to rest... was still there .. fast asleep... and Sadanand knew , the more delayed he gets in reaching Shikha.. the more are the chances.. of her being traumatized with the feel that she doesnt belong ....
What to do???
But he has to ACT.. that too now... Sadanand took his cell, opened 'write message' and typed.. "Shikhu... could you please come over.. to the door and let me believe that my Son is with his father even knowing the fact that his new Mom is also sharing the same roof.."
and Message box flashed "Message Delivered : Shikha"
Sadanand waited with bated breath but there was no movement at the door..He was helpless...
Suddenly he felt some movement there at the door... Shikha was there..
Sada could see the emotions on her face.-Shikha Wife of Sadanand-but more than Wife .... the water in the eyes were searching a Mother tag...
More than for Sadanand.. She wanted her to be for the hapless Mohit.. but
BUT.. a big but was keeping her there at the door..
Sadanand .. our poor sadanand.... caught in a quagmire..
Relationships origin out of simple contracts.. but sometimes one takes the whole life just to understand/interpret its terms...
'Cuz its the Relationship of emotions,, that's why contract of relationships doesn't have the ACCEPT or DECLINE button before you not its having any "Read me " eliciting terms and lifelong implications... Hmm..
Trringg Trringg... door bell blared... !!
who z this ??
DOOOODHH.......!! yelled, the milkman.
Oh...... its morning !!sighed Sadanand.!!!!
Silence.......
... stony silence gripped the whole existence.
He cannot believe it... He must not believe it rather... He was convinced , Mohter will come out and hug him and say..Hey Kiddy, was joking re"...
Three hours passed by......
He felt a known hand on his shoulders....His father...
Eyes squared.... and for the first time, leaving all inhibitions, he fell into his arms and broke down... No dad.... She will come..I know.., God cant be so cruel.. Two lives ..are completely dependent on her..,, U..... Me.......
And And ... U know dad.. We don't exist without her... There's somebody.. needed to get both of us along...
U know...
The Dad.... embraced his Son.. and joined him... and his tears started finding way through the shirt of his Son
Soon the Son got wet... and the role reversed..... Now the Son became the Father...
Two grieving souls... One's crying for the Mother...and the Other crying for Wife...Actually both crying for their existence.
It was a happy family... of three .Sadanand-the father,Mohit-the son and the umbilical cord joining these two guys Mansi-the mother.
Mansi was World to both of them but there was no meeting point for the father son duo.. Known to no body..except these two..Why there was so much hate... So much So.. that Mohit used to taunt him infront of Mansi...."hey Moma.. Where's is SAD...?
and Sadanand never lost the opportunity to quip.. "yeah..Mad?? and Mansi..O Mansi.. helpless as always,,rushes to her favorite desti..Kitchen... But there was agreement..and that too on only one issue....
That ..Mansi is the Best.. The Best cook, the best mother, the best wife ,the best.the best...
Ha Ha Ha.....Yeah..the perfect..
She was perfect..and She was the meeting ground for the father and Son..
And today, as Mansi was driving Mohit back to home from School.. He insisted, he be allowed to drive the car for a while..
Mother , the loving Mother... with little bit cautionary advice.. gave in..
5 minutes passed and he did glanced at his mother as if he did prove her wrong..
Suddenly..
at a T-Junction.....
A lorry.......showed up from no where..
and Out of fear, the Accelerator and the Brakes got pressed simultaneously...
Mohuu..... Watch out........" Mansi yelled..!!!!!
Moma.........and his voice was cut short...AND..
the Monster....
RAMMED into the left portion of the car........
He could just remember this much......
Both were still into each others arms..
The Red Light went off and the Word ICU lost its sheen..
Both of them rushed to the incoming doctor..
who was definitely looking diffident, as if wanted to sneak away nowhere....
Words can kill..
Five letter word.., famous word....rather infamous...
SORRY.....the doom came out of the mouth of the doctor..and
everything came to a stand still..
All others related.distantly or close...came sobbing and said something.... to them... but it was all useless...
Because the words do have meaning for the living, but for the DEAD, words go DEAD too..
Three months passed...... but the memories didn't fade so early... and for these two ORPHANS...
nothing changed...
Sad and Mad changed to Sadanand and Mohit..again..
Good Morning changed to Good Afternoons and Good Night.. Oh.. Who the hell wanted the night to get over.. Both of them... found solace in the oblivion bestowed upon them by the all engulfing Night...
And Sadanand, after three months break,went to his office...
It was 7 pm sharp and the doorbell started disturbing the silence of the abode of the only hermit... Mohit...
He indifferently went up to the door and openend..
Come Shikha... " He heard his father calling somebody into his house..
Something really BAD ,got into Mohit's ears....III
He SHOUTED..SAD.. I did tell u not to bring this shit into my house, didn't I??
It was all RED , his eyes.....
Sadanand said nothing.
The lady's eyes got moistened.
Both of them came into the room ignoring him..
"Didn't We have an agreement regarding that, SAD...? Mohit was unrelenting.
Sadanand said nothing again. and moved into his room along with her....
but not before dropping the bomb... "She's not shit.. Now she's your MOM...."
WHAT?????
SAD... She could be anything but...not my MOM.. did u hear ,, u pervert.... " Mohit simply went MAD.. How come this guy, who professed eternal love to his mother ,can just turnaround into a ......" he could not say more. Still something was left but How ???
More than 3 hours passed , and he came out of his subconscious consciousness ...
Mumma, Y did u leave me... here .. ??? And he cried , yelled, sobbed...
Whole night......................
He felt alone.... No body was there.. He felt as an alien in his own HOME.. sweet home.. huh.!!!
But something was also moving that the hapless protagonist missed...
The curtains of his fathers new wife's room.. oh sorry the lad's newly crowned "MoM's room" often took the help of not so blowing breeze .... and a pair of eyes.. sorry ... rather one eye replacing each other at short intervals... was trying to see her "canvas"-- to which she dreamt of carving a new scenary... a new beginning..
she wanted to reach out... and assure that .. She z not an intruder and She z not there to erase what he so dearly wanted to preserve.. in his dreams , in this house and for his satisfaction of some sort , in his fathers mind , heart.. But ... the introductory remarks.. ensured that she dare not.... and
the distance remained unbridged and breeze that was never there, stopped..
Next day....
Mohit's door didn't open.. even the clock blared 12 o clock..
Shikha couldnot wait more..
she rang Sadanand... " Mohu" isn't opening the door,sada."
" Did u knock at his door??" asked Sada.. his voice did shake a bit..
yeah, she replied. I did'nt want to bother u Sada...
Within half and hour... Sadanand was there, knocking...
but in vain..
It was more than what the poor Shikha could take
Moh... Mohit... I will go from ur home.. but please open the door..
Poor Sadanand too broke down..
and when every request failed .. Sadanand tried the ultimate
Mad.. Open the door for my Mansi's sake...!!!!
After 5 minutes... there was some movement.... yes.. he opened the door..
and he came near to his father and asked with .. shaking voice and teary eyes...
Don't take her name .... Let her live in peace and ...... me too...
......... Sad""...
The very familiar word 'Sad' evoked something in Sadanand and he forcibly hugged his son.. his Mad... and everything was lost.. all egos.. all shackles got broken... both of them forgot everything... cried like hell..and it looked like the Rudali in them got awaken from deep slumber.. Today Mansi's soul , wherever it would have been,must have got Moksha...
as even without her .. the father son duo are with each other...
Oh .. Did we forget something..
Yeah...
Both seemed to be oblivious of the presence of Shikha...
it happens always... and the new member feels as an "intruder"..
and Poor Shikha ... did not want to be .... spoilsport...
when Sad ,,,,, - our Sadanand got to his normal self, realized that the newest official member of family might have felt ''unwanted''..
But..... Mohit who for the first time had used his father's bosom to lay his worst fears to rest... was still there .. fast asleep... and Sadanand knew , the more delayed he gets in reaching Shikha.. the more are the chances.. of her being traumatized with the feel that she doesnt belong ....
What to do???
But he has to ACT.. that too now... Sadanand took his cell, opened 'write message' and typed.. "Shikhu... could you please come over.. to the door and let me believe that my Son is with his father even knowing the fact that his new Mom is also sharing the same roof.."
and Message box flashed "Message Delivered : Shikha"
Sadanand waited with bated breath but there was no movement at the door..He was helpless...
Suddenly he felt some movement there at the door... Shikha was there..
Sada could see the emotions on her face.-Shikha Wife of Sadanand-but more than Wife .... the water in the eyes were searching a Mother tag...
More than for Sadanand.. She wanted her to be for the hapless Mohit.. but
BUT.. a big but was keeping her there at the door..
Sadanand .. our poor sadanand.... caught in a quagmire..
Relationships origin out of simple contracts.. but sometimes one takes the whole life just to understand/interpret its terms...
'Cuz its the Relationship of emotions,, that's why contract of relationships doesn't have the ACCEPT or DECLINE button before you not its having any "Read me " eliciting terms and lifelong implications... Hmm..
Trringg Trringg... door bell blared... !!
who z this ??
DOOOODHH.......!! yelled, the milkman.
Oh...... its morning !!sighed Sadanand.!!!!
And the morning made it clear to him...that its a long way before he could set things right...
Yeah... Our Mad.. ..was nowhere to be found...in his lappy....
Sada looked up to the curtains... Shikha too... was not there.....
Poor Sadanand stood up..picked the icy milk pouch... kept it in the fridge..
His hands got icy too .... drawing parallel to the 'iced relationships' he is fighting with ,within his family..
Days passed by...
Sadanand's house virtually got divided into two parts... Mohit had stopped going upstairs and Shikha never dared to use the Main gate adjacent to the Mohit's room.
For our ‘sandwiched’ Sada… it was like walking on the thin edge of the sword… but some how.. he was able to perform his twin roles of “Sad-the Father” and “Sada- the husband of Shikha”….
But for how long …would he be successful in playing this double role… ?
Tough one to call…
But these makeshift arrangement has one glitch..
Our Mohit has virtually stopped eating at home..!!!!
And this new development has pained Sada and Shikha alike..
For Shikha, unless Mohit starts eating things prepared by her.. she would not be able to stamp out the “remains” of ALIVE Mansi in his mind..
And for our Sada…. It was the situation of devil and the deep sea.. He didn’t feel like eating anything as his son didn’t had any.. but at the same time he also did not want to break Shikha more…
Hmmm .. No points for guessing the answer…… the above situation wont allow Sadanand more time.. He has to find a solution .. VERY SOON…
IT WAS 07:00 AM IN THE MORNING….
“KNOCK KNOCK”
Sada Shouted from upstairs…..”Mohu, Could you Please open the door ? I am in the Washroom”
After a lull of 5 minutess.
“ KNOCK KNOCK”
Mohit came out from his Room’s Gate… walked up to the main door.. and opened it..
A middle aged woman was standing there. Mohit indifferently asked her : Yes ????
“”” Ji…. I am in search of job… Some passer by told me to find job over here, Sir..””””
“Mohit, Who’s there?” By that time Sadanand too , had arrived there.
Yeah lady, I am Sadanand .. whats ur
OK. OK… Whats your name ??
:::::::::: she uttered “MANSI”
The name sounded as if Bomb has exploded into Mohit’s ears…. He rushed towards his room and closed his doors with a ‘Bang”.
