GURU the name my parents christened me .Today after a long time I’m travelling towards the silicon valley Bangalore.
It was a cool breeze that prickled my lively streams of nerves while crossing Hosur, the cold weather around made the clouds to screen the days, when I lived in ninth clouds.
Beautiful days in Bangalore, My god Six years has passed.
Before six years;
By Hit and clear method I was trying to clear my papers, But at last the days came when I had to chase the papers, chit the answers to clear my Schooling in +2 like all other usual crazy guys. Those days I had friends throughout the coastal line of stretch from netukuppam to Pondicherry. My Father assuming this wouldn’t make my life happening unless and until I’m isolated from my friends. In spite I was the only dearer child, he admitted me to a college in Bangalore with the help of his friends influence to a BCA course. And he cornered me to stay in a private boy’s hostel at the suburban of city.
As the College days started, A bunch of friends was added up to my life, making out those crazy days again in cinemas, shopping, cricket, evening parties and night outs. The same kind of days that I had in school was differently but brilliantly coloured in different matured theme, was playing on the life screen again.
Same way by ATKTs my first fresh year passed on. I entered the seniors second year as usual, the first class was the mind boring VB .The lecturer Prasad started his bed time stories (Lessons), causing us to nap, snore and yawn in the summery June. As I was in the slip of drowsiness to dream, my skin started to galore to the sunny breeze, as the whole class was in dump silence there whispered a mesmerising voice from the entrance like first honey drop in pollens. “Excuse me sir, may I come in” the last syllables’ where being swallowed in the throat of white Cinderella angle at the door step.
It was like pulsing my doors of heart, to have a golden seat in my soul. After a long past life of this love less Junk, there came the voice that flowered the bud covered with ice dews. I felt like grooving the heart with silky feathers, my packs of muscles where fluttering with colourful butterflies. These kinds of combat feelings came to an end, once I heard the Half time Bell. Which was these many days like ambulance and police sirens, seems to be a Christmas jingle bells to me.,
As soon as she joined our class she befriended one of my good friend Hema. As in concern of knowing and having her intro I asked Hema about her.
Hema said her whole profile including her sun sign.
Name: Madhu (madhumitha)
Home town: Thanjavur
Mother tongue: Tamil
Her father is working for a Bank. Due to the transfer with promotion, they had to move to Bangalore, since she had to stay with her parent as her father desired, she enrolled in this college.
And by orating these details hema teased me by asking “do u need any more details., like her mobile number, telephone number etc?”;
I declined her offer for that instant and said “Don’t worry about that hema, I will get them from madhu” and tried to slip out of hema’s conversation.
But hema pulled my collars and asked why was I so concerned about that particular new girl? .As I was least worried about other girls around since ever.
It was a cool breeze that prickled my lively streams of nerves while crossing Hosur, the cold weather around made the clouds to screen the days, when I lived in ninth clouds.
Beautiful days in Bangalore, My god Six years has passed.
Before six years;
By Hit and clear method I was trying to clear my papers, But at last the days came when I had to chase the papers, chit the answers to clear my Schooling in +2 like all other usual crazy guys. Those days I had friends throughout the coastal line of stretch from netukuppam to Pondicherry. My Father assuming this wouldn’t make my life happening unless and until I’m isolated from my friends. In spite I was the only dearer child, he admitted me to a college in Bangalore with the help of his friends influence to a BCA course. And he cornered me to stay in a private boy’s hostel at the suburban of city.
As the College days started, A bunch of friends was added up to my life, making out those crazy days again in cinemas, shopping, cricket, evening parties and night outs. The same kind of days that I had in school was differently but brilliantly coloured in different matured theme, was playing on the life screen again.
Same way by ATKTs my first fresh year passed on. I entered the seniors second year as usual, the first class was the mind boring VB .The lecturer Prasad started his bed time stories (Lessons), causing us to nap, snore and yawn in the summery June. As I was in the slip of drowsiness to dream, my skin started to galore to the sunny breeze, as the whole class was in dump silence there whispered a mesmerising voice from the entrance like first honey drop in pollens. “Excuse me sir, may I come in” the last syllables’ where being swallowed in the throat of white Cinderella angle at the door step.
It was like pulsing my doors of heart, to have a golden seat in my soul. After a long past life of this love less Junk, there came the voice that flowered the bud covered with ice dews. I felt like grooving the heart with silky feathers, my packs of muscles where fluttering with colourful butterflies. These kinds of combat feelings came to an end, once I heard the Half time Bell. Which was these many days like ambulance and police sirens, seems to be a Christmas jingle bells to me.,
As soon as she joined our class she befriended one of my good friend Hema. As in concern of knowing and having her intro I asked Hema about her.
Hema said her whole profile including her sun sign.
Name: Madhu (madhumitha)
Home town: Thanjavur
Mother tongue: Tamil
Her father is working for a Bank. Due to the transfer with promotion, they had to move to Bangalore, since she had to stay with her parent as her father desired, she enrolled in this college.
And by orating these details hema teased me by asking “do u need any more details., like her mobile number, telephone number etc?”;
I declined her offer for that instant and said “Don’t worry about that hema, I will get them from madhu” and tried to slip out of hema’s conversation.
But hema pulled my collars and asked why was I so concerned about that particular new girl? .As I was least worried about other girls around since ever.
I replied with a mesmerized mind of love that “In my life thesaurus, I thought there would be an empty space for Madhu (liquor). But now the whole life was turning out to be drugged with Madhu”. By saying this trying to escape from hema’s trap, I twisted and turned where I found she was standing, the girl, and my love madhu.
Staring at me for a second made me shocked and astonished. To break the silence Hema peeped and screeched to introduce me “Hey madhu this is GURU our gang leader, our college cricket teams captain etc., etc., ” as a response to this, I could see a flirty smile on Madhu’s face. She gave a hand shake saying “Hi”.
I tried to respond her by uttering ‘Hi’ but only the air blew. At the same moment, I just thought of wearing a platinum ring to her candy finger and express my love, but I backed up at that point of time, to wait and make her feel my love and revive back to me.
Days flew, the strange space between me and my madhu depleted. We were travelling daily in the same Bus, she shared her home made lunch with me each and every day, and we were walking under one umbrella on rainy days. At a period of time we used to go to the parks, cafe shop, restaurant, theatres, even temples. Feeling her company even for a short walk was like spending days with her.
I attended her sister’s marriage, she visited my new house ‘grahapravasam’ ceremony etc, these ways we were gluing and filling up the space of relationship that was unnamed in us;
Days passed by., we started discussing about family matters, likes, dislikes and everything that we were in need to know about each other., But all this happened in such a small duration. In-fact to impress her I tried to flatter with short poems, texts, jokes., But almost in the core I would rather express my love to her through the words like wings secretly.
Even if I skip one day college and could not meet her., the next day she would twist my ears and ask “why dint u come yesterday., why didn't u come to college., I was expecting u?” .If she doesn't come to college one day that very evening I would be present at her door steps., to see what happened to her.,
Even though I won’t attend the college the day she is on leave. But I may not be able to go right away in morning to meet her, since her mother would suspect about my arrival bunking the classes. So it was always safer to go in evening.
This way our days were running pleasantly. Obviously our love tree was on its verge of fruiting. Friends around us started to confirm that we were in love and started spreading the gossip like a forest fire all around the college. Sometimes they do confirm with us as well “hey are u in love?” But we would just reply that “Come on guys. We are just friends!” and we would escape from their eagle eyes.
Months passed away without expressing our love to each other. As the final exams were nearing, we all friends decided an outing trip.
We planned to Coorg hills in Karnataka, it’s like shimla and ooty., a pretty cool hill station, and I desired that., this romantic hill station with thick forest would be the perfect spot to propose her., as the climate with spilling dews will definitely be cool for a start....,
In Coorg we stayed in a resort and our trip was enjoyable with boating, rappelling, fire camp., mountain trekking., etc. We were totally enjoying the visit. I was waiting for the fine remarkable moment to present my love.
Next day night we were at the nearby restaurant. As our friends where non-vegetarians and madhu was Brahmin girl, she departed herself from us and was listening to music in a distance from our table. In order to accompany her, I went and sat beside her. And we started chatting about the love stories that were successive in our college in past three years.
Suddenly Darkness filled the area due to power cut. Server lit up the candle making it a perfect candle light dinner. I thought that was the appropriate romantic time to propose to my beautiful white moon. But I dint knew how am I going to express my love.”
Staring at me for a second made me shocked and astonished. To break the silence Hema peeped and screeched to introduce me “Hey madhu this is GURU our gang leader, our college cricket teams captain etc., etc., ” as a response to this, I could see a flirty smile on Madhu’s face. She gave a hand shake saying “Hi”.
I tried to respond her by uttering ‘Hi’ but only the air blew. At the same moment, I just thought of wearing a platinum ring to her candy finger and express my love, but I backed up at that point of time, to wait and make her feel my love and revive back to me.
Days flew, the strange space between me and my madhu depleted. We were travelling daily in the same Bus, she shared her home made lunch with me each and every day, and we were walking under one umbrella on rainy days. At a period of time we used to go to the parks, cafe shop, restaurant, theatres, even temples. Feeling her company even for a short walk was like spending days with her.
I attended her sister’s marriage, she visited my new house ‘grahapravasam’ ceremony etc, these ways we were gluing and filling up the space of relationship that was unnamed in us;
Days passed by., we started discussing about family matters, likes, dislikes and everything that we were in need to know about each other., But all this happened in such a small duration. In-fact to impress her I tried to flatter with short poems, texts, jokes., But almost in the core I would rather express my love to her through the words like wings secretly.
Even if I skip one day college and could not meet her., the next day she would twist my ears and ask “why dint u come yesterday., why didn't u come to college., I was expecting u?” .If she doesn't come to college one day that very evening I would be present at her door steps., to see what happened to her.,
Even though I won’t attend the college the day she is on leave. But I may not be able to go right away in morning to meet her, since her mother would suspect about my arrival bunking the classes. So it was always safer to go in evening.
This way our days were running pleasantly. Obviously our love tree was on its verge of fruiting. Friends around us started to confirm that we were in love and started spreading the gossip like a forest fire all around the college. Sometimes they do confirm with us as well “hey are u in love?” But we would just reply that “Come on guys. We are just friends!” and we would escape from their eagle eyes.
Months passed away without expressing our love to each other. As the final exams were nearing, we all friends decided an outing trip.
We planned to Coorg hills in Karnataka, it’s like shimla and ooty., a pretty cool hill station, and I desired that., this romantic hill station with thick forest would be the perfect spot to propose her., as the climate with spilling dews will definitely be cool for a start....,
In Coorg we stayed in a resort and our trip was enjoyable with boating, rappelling, fire camp., mountain trekking., etc. We were totally enjoying the visit. I was waiting for the fine remarkable moment to present my love.
Next day night we were at the nearby restaurant. As our friends where non-vegetarians and madhu was Brahmin girl, she departed herself from us and was listening to music in a distance from our table. In order to accompany her, I went and sat beside her. And we started chatting about the love stories that were successive in our college in past three years.
Suddenly Darkness filled the area due to power cut. Server lit up the candle making it a perfect candle light dinner. I thought that was the appropriate romantic time to propose to my beautiful white moon. But I dint knew how am I going to express my love.”
The real hectic moment in life is the time when a guy tries proposing to his girl.” It’s time for me to face this hectic moment.,
Somehow I Gained some courage in me and started slowly.,
“Madhu, since few days my mind is not under my control., its wandering around something, if I think of writing a poem, the only word that flashes in my mind is her name, every noise I listen to is like music, and I don't know why., nowadays I don’t even get anger when someone scolds me”.
“My Days and dreams are filled with her memories, I start portraying her face. And write poems with words in the charming loneliness. I learnt cooking and even I got converted to vegetarian for her. She has in-fact insisted me to score Hat trick sixes, hat trick wickets in cricket just with her boosting words and stares”.
“I feel like I’m ruling the whole world, when she is around me. And I feel the loneliness even when friends are around me.”
“In front of mirror I smile, I dance, give some poses and try some romantic looks. And to the crown of all this confusions and foolishness, one day I was about to leave to the college wearing my pant like superman.”
“In temples I don’t even pray for my exams and marks, I request the god to give her first class and distinctions”.
“Madhu do u think these are symptoms of love, Have u ever been through these feelings madhu?”
This way I clogged, waiting for her reply.
With shy and shade of love on her smiling face, she replied
“Yes I too felt these emotions, due to his memories and the way he surprises Me., early up in morning I made the coffee with salt instead of sugar, like a lamb I use to giggle suddenly in a silent class hour. In fact one day I stepped inside a temple with my slippers absent minded. Of course for him I started learning to cook non-vegetarian food.
Somehow I Gained some courage in me and started slowly.,
“Madhu, since few days my mind is not under my control., its wandering around something, if I think of writing a poem, the only word that flashes in my mind is her name, every noise I listen to is like music, and I don't know why., nowadays I don’t even get anger when someone scolds me”.
“My Days and dreams are filled with her memories, I start portraying her face. And write poems with words in the charming loneliness. I learnt cooking and even I got converted to vegetarian for her. She has in-fact insisted me to score Hat trick sixes, hat trick wickets in cricket just with her boosting words and stares”.
“I feel like I’m ruling the whole world, when she is around me. And I feel the loneliness even when friends are around me.”
“In front of mirror I smile, I dance, give some poses and try some romantic looks. And to the crown of all this confusions and foolishness, one day I was about to leave to the college wearing my pant like superman.”
“In temples I don’t even pray for my exams and marks, I request the god to give her first class and distinctions”.
“Madhu do u think these are symptoms of love, Have u ever been through these feelings madhu?”
This way I clogged, waiting for her reply.
With shy and shade of love on her smiling face, she replied
“Yes I too felt these emotions, due to his memories and the way he surprises Me., early up in morning I made the coffee with salt instead of sugar, like a lamb I use to giggle suddenly in a silent class hour. In fact one day I stepped inside a temple with my slippers absent minded. Of course for him I started learning to cook non-vegetarian food.
Sometimes I feel like shouting at my friends to “leave us alone!” as they disturb my private dreams with him. I get mad in possessiveness even to slap him in public, if he talks with some other girl. I have laughed without reasons, I couldn't eat when I am in hunger, and I couldn't sleep trying to pass the drastic nights. Nowadays I pray to god to exhaust my holidays soon, to go to the college just to meet him. And when Cricket matches are relayed in the TV, it reminds me his blasting sixes and wickets on the grounds. I do hate holidays just because his absence around me but I do love the feel of missing him. If my lunch is his favourite recipe, first and foremost thing that I would think to do is to share with him, even before I smell it. When I am with him, I would forget myself and the world around me. Nowadays he has filled up in my every deed.” like this she sang her song about her love.
Then I asked her “Oh that’s great! So, who is the lucky guy,” she redirected the same question to me with bliss” first u started the play. So first you say who is the girl in your life? Then I will answer u!”
I replied” hey, she is our Tamil girl, indeed you know her very well.”
“Okay I will give u some clues;
Sharp at 6.25 early before sunrise on 2nd March 1987 a girl baby was born, as a dew drop over autumn flower and as a loveable child to Gopala krishanan & padmavati couple in thanjavur. She was named Madhumitha”
As I was saying each and every pin point details about her, her face blossomed in to a budding flower. And thereafter the words we used were poetic between us. And letting a deep breath I said at last “Yes I Love that Madhu only. I’m deeply madly truly in love with you, Madhu” That instant, I felt the power of the word love in my heart.
Then I asked her “ok now it’s your turn, you say who the guy in your heart is?” For this her soft little pink lips just spelled two syllables “GURU” and patted on my hand.
At that moment I felt like my name sounds more poetic than ever. I grabbed her velvet palms with love and said “I won’t let u down till my life ends Madhu, I love U”... While saying this I gave a soft sweet kiss to her ring finger.
Suddenly the power came on, and our friends saw me, kissing her finger. She held her head low with shyness. Her cheeks turned rose. She left the place trying to hide her blossoming face from friends.
Friends knew about our closeness as love, but today were caught red-handed; at once they started to tease me. I followed her out of restaurant.
We went to the terrace of restaurant .There my madhu was standing under the shadow of palm tree in the full moon light. Perhaps I could even say she was not just standing but waiting for me. I went closer and asked” Are u angry?”
She replied” of course I’m, u should not have done this in front of them.”
In that cool cloudy breeze she was melodiously waving her hairs and stared straight into my eyes.
I whispered in her ears by sharing her hand in mine “Will you come with me throughout the life the same way?”
By lifting my face with her groovy hands she told “I love u deep from my heart and soul, I would not only come till the life ends, I would be with u even after the life guru? Our love is eternal”
Before she ended her words I placed a kiss in her rosy lips.
We both expressed our love like a budding flower in an autumn evening. And the distance between us melted like a mist under the sunny morning.,
after few seconds., we came back to earth from heaven,
Then gradually I asked her “when did you start to love me, was it love at our first sight?”
She replied “No, first time when I met u., I liked the way you speak and your childish plays, then I liked your style. Then later I liked your dignity, when you use to talk straight looking in to my eyes, etc., many things I adored in you guru, and without my knowledge I started to love you to the core.
Then I asked her “ok now it’s your turn, you say who the guy in your heart is?” For this her soft little pink lips just spelled two syllables “GURU” and patted on my hand.
At that moment I felt like my name sounds more poetic than ever. I grabbed her velvet palms with love and said “I won’t let u down till my life ends Madhu, I love U”... While saying this I gave a soft sweet kiss to her ring finger.
Suddenly the power came on, and our friends saw me, kissing her finger. She held her head low with shyness. Her cheeks turned rose. She left the place trying to hide her blossoming face from friends.
Friends knew about our closeness as love, but today were caught red-handed; at once they started to tease me. I followed her out of restaurant.
We went to the terrace of restaurant .There my madhu was standing under the shadow of palm tree in the full moon light. Perhaps I could even say she was not just standing but waiting for me. I went closer and asked” Are u angry?”
She replied” of course I’m, u should not have done this in front of them.”
In that cool cloudy breeze she was melodiously waving her hairs and stared straight into my eyes.
I whispered in her ears by sharing her hand in mine “Will you come with me throughout the life the same way?”
By lifting my face with her groovy hands she told “I love u deep from my heart and soul, I would not only come till the life ends, I would be with u even after the life guru? Our love is eternal”
Before she ended her words I placed a kiss in her rosy lips.
We both expressed our love like a budding flower in an autumn evening. And the distance between us melted like a mist under the sunny morning.,
after few seconds., we came back to earth from heaven,
Then gradually I asked her “when did you start to love me, was it love at our first sight?”
She replied “No, first time when I met u., I liked the way you speak and your childish plays, then I liked your style. Then later I liked your dignity, when you use to talk straight looking in to my eyes, etc., many things I adored in you guru, and without my knowledge I started to love you to the core.
One day I stole your diaries of poems and inside them I grew a peacock feather which grows like love that was between us.” she pleaded.
Then I asked her promptly “Okay, when shall we get married”. She replied to me in matured tone
” Love is blind don't need an age to fall, but marriage has conditions to apply. So what Your going to do after your studies” she enquired me.
I said”Madhu, You know very well about my studies. It is not at all steady. My father is running a huge business but it needs good experience before I take up the charge. So I have planned to buy two lounges in kerela with my uncle’s help at ernakulam and with my dad’s investment.
Then if I had effectively launched this business, after it, I can get into my fathers business with more confidence and experience to handle. What do you say?”
She said”Hmm, you got good plans, but on one condition before we get married.
That is after you are flourishing in your business and taking over the in-charge of your dads business, and then you should come to me as a complete eligible groom for a marriage”.
I asked her ” I don't understand one thing., why do you girls always put up things like insurance and mutual fund companies advertisements ‘conditions apply’ conditions apply.”
She said “No guru I am going to pursue my MCA in IIT, Roorkel, so I won’t be here for 3 years but we can meet at times, this mean while you would have attained a good status, and so I could speak with my parents about our marriage with more confidence. We girls will always be preplanned dear.”
And then she suddenly asked me with a doubt” Ok besides all these will your parents accept me?”
Then I replied to her “U Don’t worry about that, my dad never said no to anything I desired from my childhood, and my mother she is a bit strict., but she knows better about me. That I would take the right decisions in my life. So she will accept u desperately”.
Like this the language of love between us overflowed the whole night by words that day, sweet memories take me over to those days again even though six years has passed.
I got my consciousness after I heard the conductor yelling at crowd “Bangalore, Bangalore has arrived.”
All the way to college my memories drew my mind along the roads, with her in those days in college bus stands, coffee shops, restaurants, temples everything has changed to the environment, with the pace of cities developments.
“Humans for their greediness have destroyed their own Mother Nature, cutting down trees just for his luxury” which has changed the garden city to this extent.
Bangalore is the city which helped me to find myself and grow unique in this society. Now I’m the MD for my dad’s company. Two boat houses I owned 5 years have now multiplied to 8 boat clubhouses. Even though the life has totally changed., but the love between me and Madhu is always young and flowering with chats over phone, email, video chat etc .Our love was flying like love birds in air and amidst of clouds with memories ever green.
Without her knowledge, I spoke to both of our parents and got permission for our marriage.
Next month would be our engagement, after 6 months our wedding, to convey this sweet news and see the joy in my fairy’s eyes. And to invite all our friends, I came down today to Bangalore, I was expecting these moments very eagerly like her.
I reached the gates of college, once a year get together but I couldn’t come here for 3 years due to the hectic work pressure. Today My friends gang where already waiting there for me .We all greeted each others with hugs and handshakes., breaking the distance of friendship we had these many years.,
While chatting with friends my phone ringed, yes no doubt it was my damsel.,
“Guru, in which color dress should I come there, white or black?" She asked me?
I said “come in white chudi .You mesmerized me on that white chudi in our first meet. And in fact I have a pleasant surprise waiting for u here, come soon”.
She said”oh okay, I have started I’m on the way, on the way. “
Saying this she hanged up the call.,
I was waiting for her. Few hours passed by, she dint come, I got nervous as her sister’s home is just 30minutes from college, why is she taking so long to come here. I and my friends started calling her continuously but there was no answer. She said she started 4 hours back but not yet reached. We couldn’t even contact her sister’s house since no one was at home that day.,
When we were trying to call her. Her mobile rang the same way, but this time there was an answer. ”hello”
I asked”Is madhu there?” But the bold male voice asked in Kannada “who is this”.
I replied “I’m Madhu’s friend guru, but how did u get her mobile. Who are you” like this the conversation continued in Kannada.
“I am police inspector Basavappa, your friend met with an accident and has been admitted in sparsh hospital you come soon” the inspector proclaimed about her and ended the call.
I dint know what to do my blood started pumping in high rate. I couldn't believe that someone is suddenly saying. That Madhu met with an accident from her mobile phone, to check whether if it is real or it’s some prank call. I called to Madhu's phone from my friend’s number. But to my sick fate, I got the same answer. Then we called to Sparsh hospital to re-confirm .They confirmed the accident. So we all seven people rushed to Sparsh hospital. I biked so speed that I reached the hospital even before my friends.
Near emergency ward Inspector was enquiring the nurse.
I went closer and asked the nurse “what happened, she is not hurt right, is it just a sprain or some slip rage, she cannot handle the pain. Is she inside can I go and see her?” With out my knowledge I started shooting loads of questions to nurse.
The nurse and inspector stared at each other and asked me back” if you don't mind, may I know who you are, and whom you need?"
“I’m Madhu’s .Madhu is my…..” While saying these words my tears busted, unscrewing the sorrow of years in my heart.,
“Are you her husband?” the inspector asked me. By that time my friends came there and explained them the things.,
The sorrows hidden in the streams of my throat became harder after the nurse informed the status ” I am sorry sir, we couldn’t help as she was dead on the spot. The lorry smashed her in the accident. So brain hummer age. We have kept the body in mortuary, please come this way “. Directing us, the nurse took us to the mortuary.
While we were heading to the mortuary I was convincing myself” No this won’t be my Madhu, this wouldn’t have happen to Madhu. No it shouldn't be my love”.
Nurse opened an ice box, and removed the white cloth covering her body and revealed her face. On spotting the face of my Madhu, in the box my heart blasted and busted in to pieces, it’s my angel my Madhu only.
The girl who loved Me., the girl I loved, is covered with white cloth leaving me alone to drench in tears.
She was in the same white chudithar, which had her smile and brightness., now with pale blood shed torn, the same soft candle wax body smashed and overrun by the tire marks, the same grieving eyes but with red lines of blood squeezed out, The same little fingers, to which I dreamt of presenting ring., now shredded. I couldn’t have her on my chest.
I said”Madhu, You know very well about my studies. It is not at all steady. My father is running a huge business but it needs good experience before I take up the charge. So I have planned to buy two lounges in kerela with my uncle’s help at ernakulam and with my dad’s investment.
Then if I had effectively launched this business, after it, I can get into my fathers business with more confidence and experience to handle. What do you say?”
She said”Hmm, you got good plans, but on one condition before we get married.
That is after you are flourishing in your business and taking over the in-charge of your dads business, and then you should come to me as a complete eligible groom for a marriage”.
I asked her ” I don't understand one thing., why do you girls always put up things like insurance and mutual fund companies advertisements ‘conditions apply’ conditions apply.”
She said “No guru I am going to pursue my MCA in IIT, Roorkel, so I won’t be here for 3 years but we can meet at times, this mean while you would have attained a good status, and so I could speak with my parents about our marriage with more confidence. We girls will always be preplanned dear.”
And then she suddenly asked me with a doubt” Ok besides all these will your parents accept me?”
Then I replied to her “U Don’t worry about that, my dad never said no to anything I desired from my childhood, and my mother she is a bit strict., but she knows better about me. That I would take the right decisions in my life. So she will accept u desperately”.
Like this the language of love between us overflowed the whole night by words that day, sweet memories take me over to those days again even though six years has passed.
I got my consciousness after I heard the conductor yelling at crowd “Bangalore, Bangalore has arrived.”
All the way to college my memories drew my mind along the roads, with her in those days in college bus stands, coffee shops, restaurants, temples everything has changed to the environment, with the pace of cities developments.
“Humans for their greediness have destroyed their own Mother Nature, cutting down trees just for his luxury” which has changed the garden city to this extent.
Bangalore is the city which helped me to find myself and grow unique in this society. Now I’m the MD for my dad’s company. Two boat houses I owned 5 years have now multiplied to 8 boat clubhouses. Even though the life has totally changed., but the love between me and Madhu is always young and flowering with chats over phone, email, video chat etc .Our love was flying like love birds in air and amidst of clouds with memories ever green.
Without her knowledge, I spoke to both of our parents and got permission for our marriage.
Next month would be our engagement, after 6 months our wedding, to convey this sweet news and see the joy in my fairy’s eyes. And to invite all our friends, I came down today to Bangalore, I was expecting these moments very eagerly like her.
I reached the gates of college, once a year get together but I couldn’t come here for 3 years due to the hectic work pressure. Today My friends gang where already waiting there for me .We all greeted each others with hugs and handshakes., breaking the distance of friendship we had these many years.,
While chatting with friends my phone ringed, yes no doubt it was my damsel.,
“Guru, in which color dress should I come there, white or black?" She asked me?
I said “come in white chudi .You mesmerized me on that white chudi in our first meet. And in fact I have a pleasant surprise waiting for u here, come soon”.
She said”oh okay, I have started I’m on the way, on the way. “
Saying this she hanged up the call.,
I was waiting for her. Few hours passed by, she dint come, I got nervous as her sister’s home is just 30minutes from college, why is she taking so long to come here. I and my friends started calling her continuously but there was no answer. She said she started 4 hours back but not yet reached. We couldn’t even contact her sister’s house since no one was at home that day.,
When we were trying to call her. Her mobile rang the same way, but this time there was an answer. ”hello”
I asked”Is madhu there?” But the bold male voice asked in Kannada “who is this”.
I replied “I’m Madhu’s friend guru, but how did u get her mobile. Who are you” like this the conversation continued in Kannada.
“I am police inspector Basavappa, your friend met with an accident and has been admitted in sparsh hospital you come soon” the inspector proclaimed about her and ended the call.
I dint know what to do my blood started pumping in high rate. I couldn't believe that someone is suddenly saying. That Madhu met with an accident from her mobile phone, to check whether if it is real or it’s some prank call. I called to Madhu's phone from my friend’s number. But to my sick fate, I got the same answer. Then we called to Sparsh hospital to re-confirm .They confirmed the accident. So we all seven people rushed to Sparsh hospital. I biked so speed that I reached the hospital even before my friends.
Near emergency ward Inspector was enquiring the nurse.
I went closer and asked the nurse “what happened, she is not hurt right, is it just a sprain or some slip rage, she cannot handle the pain. Is she inside can I go and see her?” With out my knowledge I started shooting loads of questions to nurse.
The nurse and inspector stared at each other and asked me back” if you don't mind, may I know who you are, and whom you need?"
“I’m Madhu’s .Madhu is my…..” While saying these words my tears busted, unscrewing the sorrow of years in my heart.,
“Are you her husband?” the inspector asked me. By that time my friends came there and explained them the things.,
The sorrows hidden in the streams of my throat became harder after the nurse informed the status ” I am sorry sir, we couldn’t help as she was dead on the spot. The lorry smashed her in the accident. So brain hummer age. We have kept the body in mortuary, please come this way “. Directing us, the nurse took us to the mortuary.
While we were heading to the mortuary I was convincing myself” No this won’t be my Madhu, this wouldn’t have happen to Madhu. No it shouldn't be my love”.
Nurse opened an ice box, and removed the white cloth covering her body and revealed her face. On spotting the face of my Madhu, in the box my heart blasted and busted in to pieces, it’s my angel my Madhu only.
The girl who loved Me., the girl I loved, is covered with white cloth leaving me alone to drench in tears.
She was in the same white chudithar, which had her smile and brightness., now with pale blood shed torn, the same soft candle wax body smashed and overrun by the tire marks, the same grieving eyes but with red lines of blood squeezed out, The same little fingers, to which I dreamt of presenting ring., now shredded. I couldn’t have her on my chest.
This pain broke my throat busted my tears with screaming dreams shattered “Don’t leave me Madhu, U have to be with me. We have our engagement next month and in next 6 months we have our wedding., even our parents accepted and blessed us madhu, just to say this to you., I flew here with my beating little heart .You said we have to start our wedding life only after the whole world blessing us, by Garlanding us., and all but now you are now leaving me alone and traveling to a new paradise which has no way to return, come back my dear, please, there is nothing for me in this world without you. The whole world has become black dark night my dear.
Look here. Look at them, hema, varsha, Praveen, karthik; they have come to see u. But nurse says that you are dead. Please my dear come back and say that u have not left us”.
I screamed like a beast, with grievance. My friends all consoled me, and took her. No I am sorry they carried her body to her sister’s house for the funeral. That night full I was sitting beside her soulless red and white leg shredding my dreams and burying them in the memory coffin.
Next day morning both of our parents came by flight to see their daughter in death bed. The way her parents cried spiked my heart tearing my veins in to pains like a king on single stallion fighting in a huge battle filed all alone at the end of war, with swords, axes and arrows nailing his body all around.
After all I cried in tears lying on my moms lap for sometime, then the relations advises, and friend’s condolences, nothing was audible to my ears. I was sitting like a statue in front of her corpse. A slow voice broke the silence” Okay, its time we will carry over the rituals”, another voice proclaimed”sir the carriage is ready we can start if you are ready”. To them she is just a body now.
All of a sudden their relations took her body with a loud prayers “govinda! Govinda!,” As per their tradition. I started following them by the whole way.
Her body was pushed in to electric crematorium. She came back as ashes. Her eyes kajal is still black, her soft hands were still charming with her last henna art., but her soul has left her body and mixed in the air and mist around me. Slowly I started to walk away without even informing anyone in the reminiscences of her memories.
Where did her soul go?
Where did her dreams go?
Where did her words of inspiration go?
When she will stare at me with the love again?
When shall I hear the sweet voice again?
Look here. Look at them, hema, varsha, Praveen, karthik; they have come to see u. But nurse says that you are dead. Please my dear come back and say that u have not left us”.
I screamed like a beast, with grievance. My friends all consoled me, and took her. No I am sorry they carried her body to her sister’s house for the funeral. That night full I was sitting beside her soulless red and white leg shredding my dreams and burying them in the memory coffin.
Next day morning both of our parents came by flight to see their daughter in death bed. The way her parents cried spiked my heart tearing my veins in to pains like a king on single stallion fighting in a huge battle filed all alone at the end of war, with swords, axes and arrows nailing his body all around.
After all I cried in tears lying on my moms lap for sometime, then the relations advises, and friend’s condolences, nothing was audible to my ears. I was sitting like a statue in front of her corpse. A slow voice broke the silence” Okay, its time we will carry over the rituals”, another voice proclaimed”sir the carriage is ready we can start if you are ready”. To them she is just a body now.
All of a sudden their relations took her body with a loud prayers “govinda! Govinda!,” As per their tradition. I started following them by the whole way.
Her body was pushed in to electric crematorium. She came back as ashes. Her eyes kajal is still black, her soft hands were still charming with her last henna art., but her soul has left her body and mixed in the air and mist around me. Slowly I started to walk away without even informing anyone in the reminiscences of her memories.
Where did her soul go?
Where did her dreams go?
Where did her words of inspiration go?
When she will stare at me with the love again?
When shall I hear the sweet voice again?
When can I shelter in her lap again?
All became a blurred image and now mixed with blue sky, broad land, with flowing river, glowing moon, beautiful twilight and breezy sea shore, cool night and flying nightingale wings.
The all mightiness of her face and form will not be in my sight again.
Only her streak of face is my sight.
Is it the pain of frying the memories and burning the dreams is love?
The pain of missing her could not be said in words and phrases.
But really where did she go. Did all this turned in to memories living in me? I loved her not her body. So should I die and join her soul. But there is another question?? If I die will I join her soul??? Only the body from our sight goes away.., the soul lining in the body too passes away after the body gets older in some seconds. So after all this suicide seems to be sheepish.
I know now memories are the only true things around. In-fact she promised that she would be with me even after the death, she said love is eternal, not just the love even the memories are eternal, and I couldn't orphan our memories in this world. I cannot leave my parents alone, who gave me all that I need from care and affection to madhu. They never let me pray to god for any silly things. So I wanted to be with them.,
I couldn’t become the son-in-law for uncle and aunt, at least let me do the things that, Madhu wished to do for them.,
I have come so far, let me go back home, let me live till they are alive., till the call comes for me from the black ship., let me survive with her memories., don’t know what’s going to be filled up in rest of my life but her memories will be over flowing always within me.
Because the memories are eternal;
The memories are eternal;
Memories are eternal;
