And they lived happily ever after………

He was dejected,he never expected to be humiliated this way. He was  looked at him with a sense of adulation and reverence ,elicited from his ever humbling ways, his philanthrophist mannerisms and his warm and tranquility incensed demeanor……

Oblivous are his ways he thought……the year 1966 would make his eldest daughter cross the threshold of 24,which was considered a terribly grave situation for a maiden to be in.  Curious eyes and bizarre queries stalked and haunted their family.  Girls don’t even cross twenty in this hinterland, nor do they contemplate higher studies. when they enter the sanctum sanctorum called marriage. And here he was………palms cupped ,beseeched, seeking alms………for a conjugal bond for her daughter…..?

They had refused,the boy’s family.Vimala and Krishnan were in love……but the era they belonged to had uncompromising,unshakeable pronouncements towards the detestable (in their terms) maxim called “Love”.The boy’s family refused marriage,not because they belonged to different stratas-either in monetary terms or by the way of lineage but to save themselves from the shame of being a party to the taboo word “ love marriage”.The emotion called “Love” was forbidden and boycotted.Marriages were solemnized by the elders of the society and the  nuptial knot threaded not by the individuals involved but by their respective families.Unknown faces,concealed identities in mysterious circumstances huddled together around the sacred fire to be man and wife.A very common ritual in many Indian communities.

Vimala was his eldest daughter,a very intelligent,diligent and fiercely independent girl ,who was the harbinger of women’s liberation in many a  ways,in a chronology marauded by myriad laws heralding subjugation of the being who proliferates life.Her sheer feminism had given her the audacity to face the verbal lashing of words,which frequently invaded her in the bylanes of her small village.

However,Jan26 came crashing down on her,when Krishnan purportedly played mumma’s boy and refused marriage to her.The house sang a melancholic rhythm,as their acquaintance melodied like a village ballad,and mouthed every adult or child in the hamlet.Marriage seemed like a distant dream for his daughter.He felt a severe pain in his chest,sweat beads gleamed on his forehead in the moonlit night of Jan26.The fragrant breeze cradled him to sleep.

Morning woke him up with a pounding head and a burning stomach.The house wore a ragged sombre look.The chimney did not blow the black smoke and the hearth did not churn out delicacies as the culinary artist who would be at work in the wee hours of the morning lay grief stricken in the ruffled folds of her bed.Courage gave way to feeblenessy,love’s tangy tingling tinge,gave way to numbness of the heart,birds stopped singing for her and spring gave way to autumn.Life stood a t a dead end and she stood like a shadow clouded and cloaked in the hapless situation she was in.

Hours proceeded towards days,but nobody knocked at her door,not even to enquire about her health.Scathed and starved,Jan 29 found her staggering towards her college.Vimala did not have the courage to face her father,who somehow himself trudged towards work,his heart competing with the stomping of his feet.Both tried to dissipate their emotional upheavals,one had a wounded heart but the other stamped himself as a failed father..

Days stumbled to weeks,but His pain aggravated.A glance at his daughter rushed him to the day when he was humiliated,harassed and almost convicted for the crime of love that his daughter had committed.The night of February 4,1966 brought in its bounty the pain he had felt about ten days ago,when life entered a  cyclone and demolished and washed off the slightest glint of his dreams.The house slept as usual but He never lived to see February 5,1966.That night arrested his heart and it stopped playing the notes that  preluded life.

He had a cardiac arrest.

He died and Vimala almost died with him.Krishnan came running to her.His death had triggered of the decision which lay pending in the folders of his mind.Krishnan decided to marry Vimala though she was least interested to wear the sacred vermillion in her partition.But again the age old,weird customs won over every argument put forward.She subdued herself to every word uttered by her mother,who was burdened with the responsibility of raising another four siblings .She entered matrimony with Krishnan amidst the playing of nadaswaram (a musical instrument used in marriage)but with the guilt that she caused her father’s death.

AND DID THEY HAPPILY LIVE EVER AFTER ?

I leave it to your imagination……………

Love stories are synonymous with this age old adage.

Fairy tales draw their curtains with these six beautiful words,a sense of contentment prevails over,a calm veil over disgruntled hearts simmering with respective displeasures in their lives….

Happiness entices warmth,an ambience of pleasentness,caringly stroking ,as if in a deep slumber of ecstasy.Happiness embodies the most sought after sentiments of everyday life.So many expectations

hover around “Happiness”-of being receptive,of running  around in errands,clasping every breath in thousands and millions of lives that thrive,happiness is a dearest friend whom we never would want or like to loose,whose frown would toss you into a alley of scary demons and whose gladsome demeanor would give you wings to fly………………though momentous.

What is happiness to me ?

When my little one comes and hugs me I feel I am complete,children

make a collage out of your life painting them with colours of their smile and giggles,their mischief and  their sweet squabbles………………

Her success at every step,elates me. I relive my childhood with her and probably my teenage someyears later.Tears of happiness roll down my eyes when I see her on stage.

I am happy when I stroll down the park ‘hand in hand’ with the love of my life.I am happy when he says those three magical words after almost a century of marriage.

Happiness cannot be measured,it is there in every moment of life,it’s the individual yardsticks that differ.A solitaire cannot give as much happiness and contentment as a loved one’s hug.

 

 

AND I called out to happiness…

a friend I seek in distress and in merriness….

Hither come thee

A partner I want in….. in steadiness

They set to roll out the drums…

at your feet as everyone succumbs….

to live life rosy like ripe plums…..

O the conning comrade, I have

Lived in the mist of your dawn…..

Happily,gleefully,

Ever after………

With you

Like a queen sitting on a throne

 

This post was written for Project 365 program at We post Daily.The prompt for today was

”And they lived happily ever after.”

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Twenty unseen faces……….

composed and smiled…….

jostled and fluttered

as authors

when they were filed…..

wings lend them a favour

together they flied….

…entwined in each other….

exuberance replied…….

words held the glue……

……twenty made a milieu……

when the sun rose….

they were without clue…..

then they  set to ascend

as the wind blew…..

mumblings with each other….

rose and grew…….

a bouquet of blossoms

This  charming milieu…..

red and purple

green and blue….

an assemblage of words

in astounding shades and hue……………….

 

 

D…..R…..E….A….M…..S

Free your mind they said,
innumerables galloped instead……
soaring high………….
…..I tried to gather……..
A handful of flowers
………hussled together…..
dreams umpteen…..
rustled with each other….
yearning to fly….
….if it had a feather…………
buoyant in my eyes….
…with a tinge of glint…..
resounding ………..
necessitating a plinth….
Free your mind they said…..
words squealed….
to make a rhythm…..
to reveal the giggling….
heart’s delirium….
I found solace…..
in the presumption incoherent….
…..elation……..in
a anonymous fervent…..
suppositions reckoned…
….dreams beckoned….
fantasies galore
accomplishments lingering….
….at the threshold
Free your mind they said…..
Jewel beads fancy as I thread…..
Hibernating fairies…….said my mind
gems that I pine for……
in their wands entwined………

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Life is a jigsaw puzzle………

puzzle
LIFE is a jigsaw puzzle………
a sigh and a smile…..
a tear and a tussle….
a step ahead…..
and happiness on board…
contagious smiles
as you thank the lord
….a melancholic tone
and a turn behind…..
images tethered…..
a whirlpool of reasons in your mind…..
Life is a jigsaw puzzle……
as treasures gather
without any hassle….
Life is a jigsaw puzzle…
penniless you remain
hours you toil…..
Life is a jigsaw puzzle….
a dream
which build a castle….
Haziness unbounds
As you see the whole picture
The good lord has
given all the reasonable fixtures….
Shudders the soul…..
as life unleashes……
but Oh human!
This is a masterpiece
without glitches
put in together
piece by piece…..
appropriately at instances
he has put a crease…..
jigsaw puzzle……a miniature battle
ornamented with
aesthetic tassels……..

A tribute………

When I saw this prompt, a blurred assemblage of pictures tiptoed and resulted in a adrenalin rush.
The prompt egged me on to write about the pros and cons of medical facilities……………mind wavered
and everytime the words wriggled in my fingers……….my fingers quivered….to write

May 2005
The recurring headaches were a cause of concern,though he had the inkling of the reasons behind it,his blood pressure was always on the higher side……However recently his continuously pounding head had left him senseless……………….
Frequent visits to the in house pathologiccal labs yielded no result.An assosrtment of blood and urine tests ensured that he was out of his wits.The panel of doctors of one of leading companies which made fibre glass grappled with many a tests to barge in on a diagnosis.Further the C T scans ,ultrasounds and MRI ensued……………
Days stumbled into months,until they arrived at a diagnosis of polycystic kidney syndrome……a disease characterized by the presence of multiple waterfilled cysts on kidneys,which results in the enlargement of kidneys and ultimately renal failure.A genetic disease, polycystic kidney disease is life threatening and can affect the functioning of liver and pancreas as well.
This genetic disease has no medical cure.Life style changes were advised,as well as a diet congenial for kidney to be preserved at the present state as well as to nab aggravations was prescribed by the doctors.As per the medical advise of the panel of doctors,a fluctuating blood pressure may result in the rupture of the cysts which was life threatening.
A enthusiastic and lively fellow,was caricatured in a series of medical advises.He seemed to loose patience.Tall and handsome,his protruding belly was the only oddity which meagerly lessened his otherwise statesteque image…….
He learned to live with it……………………

Sep 2012
Seven years had galloped and he learned to live with those cysts.Though everybody was unaware of the fact that he had made paper planes out of those prescriptions which dictated him to live life on the terms of the vernacular medical language.
Symptoms persisted,blood pressure fluctuated amidst the effervescent personality that cradled such a rare and genetic disease.
In the middle of September,he started getting a tingling sensation in his feet.He could not raise his legs to climb stairs.Again a array of dismal looking tests,formed shapes in the indecipherable prescriptions.Tests after tests unveiled the somber state of his kidneys,which were now entirely covered with watery cysts.His kidneys did not stand a chance to survive and he was on the verge of renal failure……………
Day after day added,weird looking,muticoloured multifunctional little rascals to his kitty.Little rascals as he called them,his capsules,which he envisaged as convicts thrown into dungeons,who penalized themselves to create few breaths for us.
The little rascals however did not have the potential to curb his tingling sensation,or arrest the pain in his legs.Gradually he was dragged to the point of being immobile.The natural proficiency,bestowed upon every humanbeing became a herculean task.

Along with it he developed breathing problems.His ailments increased,much to the astonishment of his doctors,who were an elite conglomerate of certified specialists,who like statistics students were finding all possible values for a random variable.
Data collection and analysis continued,while the little rascals went futile,and he was bedridden.Then came the final blow,an xray of his lungs to diagnose the rationale behind its malfunctioning.
The X ray was done,but was never revealed to the family.Again a trail of consecutive tests and then a biopsy.It was now more than a month,since he had been admitted to one of the elite hospitals in the heart of Ahmedabad.One month of a plethora of tests could not decipher the script that his body was writing.The doctors then advised for a biopsy.
In between all this commotion,the family stood as silent spectators,rendered incapable and unlettered in the world of medicines.The sample for biopsy were sent to Mumbai for examination and it took another fifteen days before he was finally diagnosed with last stages of lung cancer.
What started as a tingling sensation in his feet,was a monster who had half gobbled his life.Hastily he was airlifted to one of the most sought after hospitals in the national capital.
I remember him in December 2012,looking feeble.A 48year old tall handsome man transformed to a emaciated bunch of bones.The last I saw him,he cried and said,I want to live.He breathed his last on February 11 2012.

I personally subscribe the reason for his death,to the laxity of doctors,who delayed diagnosis and consequently the treatment.I know he would not have survived,but probably they would have added a few more breaths to his life,a few more smiles,celebrations,occasions to remember,a few more cricket matches which he loved to watch, a few more instances when I could call out to him and his voice ringing in my ears………………….
That little more life was denied to him…………..courtesy I do not know….

I ponder over this question,to understand that if He had gone to a government medical institution,where treatment comes free of cost,albeit uncountable rounds of dimly lit rooms,and endless queues,stamps demarcating treatments categorized free……………………………..and in which half of the staff,become doctors on the basis of the quota system followed in recruitments………..would he have survived?
Rest apart don’t you think this profession should be out of this reservation gamut?
A student who scores 40% is more eligible to become a doctor than a student who gets 95%?The former being a doctor would exihibit the upliftment of his backward community and the latter being shown the exit door would migrate to a foreign country in search of greener pastures
The brain drain.
And supposedly if it is left to private institutions…..then?
Incomprehensible it is……..It took a renowned medical institution three months to arrive at a conclusion that “He” was in the last stages of cancer……………….
Private hospitals squeeze your pockets,taking advantage of the hapless vulnerability of,a patient’s family.Every single breath,in a sanitized elite hospital elicits tufts of crispy notes.

Medical facilities provided by government agencies or private should demonstrate transparency in its functioning.And any private establishment providing health care facilities should abide by and operate under the rules and regulations prescribed by government agencies.The government should inturn keep a check on the compliance.All said and done……………..
The one who left me………whom I fondly called Sasi mama……………..would never be back……
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