Snatching her wedding chain out the only word she said to 21 year old
boy, “I have only this left to me, can you please give me a shelter which will
not get dilapidated on flood”. Hearing the same in front of all his neighbors
at the moment was somewhat disgusting for Praveen. Mumbai witnessed the heavy
flood as usual during the monsoon showers and this not the first time as a
teenage boy he goes through. This situation was something unexpected. Hardly he
had 5 rs which was the balance of pen he had brought yesterday.
Tears across the whole street, their earnings, and their ambitions were
shattered by the monsoon showers. Mumbai as a city will always give the
unexpected; Praveen had got everything beyond his imagination. With outmost
difficulty he managed to secure engineering seat knowing his limitation of his
father’s profile as a supervisor. Pravitha as a single sister had been his
greatest company till the moment. As usual his moments on tears were shared
with her looking to the large hanging bridge which paves the way for all the
trains to the beauty of India Gate. Though studious and brilliant only I had
this fate: he was ultimately deep stuck. Unknowingly he’s been noticed by
someone else than her sister at most times.
Next biggest achievement should be a job at any cost, before that loan
to make his Mom to feel proud for him. No one even accepted the minimum
guarantee of this old home to get new one while approaching for loans. Usual
routines of 5 to 6 hours of walk in alternative days made his condition the
worst. Two months passed by and a day where he was left no money in hand for
the train, there was pravitha “Bhai , you can take this , I have some penny in
my hand which Sangeetha had given me
for stitching.
Quite relaxed he was the timeline given by his mom was going to end
soon. No matter Sangeetha or Vidya : I had to get my loan passed. This time it
was successful. Things were falling in the right bucket for Praveen. The loan
was approved for 20 lakhs but on one condition, the per EMI will be of 15 %
interest. Whatever be the same I had to go, only the Mom’s word in mind in front
of all. Brought the unfurnished new flat in Dombivilli which is nearby the
rented home.
Placements on the final stage of S8: its disgusting to appear the same
with having a debt of 20 lakhs in hand. TATA Motors which is the best in the
game is on mind for next day. Sister’s studies and her marriage is also going
to have my own earnings to make it to best. Mind is not getting the Pascal’s
theorem or Bernoulli’s equation while waiting in the metro station. I had no
idea to have nice feeling to attend the interview: Hey Praveen Bhayya, How are
you and nice to see you here. There she was “Sangeetha” besides him wearing the yellow churidhar. As usual
Praveen said “ I have my interview and GD today as cleared exams for TATA
Motors”. Good Luck Bhayya!!! That was her response and discussion about her
creative thoughts, her blogs and her vision to be a dancer and creative writer
in future.
Quack! As usual Mumbai is set to jump for the train which had broken
their conversations. Yes I am relaxed with those creative drawings and glass
paintings she had shown, Praveen was happy as opposite sex never attracted or
made him relaxed till then other than Pravitha. Interview started apart from
regular questions there was some interesting questions regarding creative
designs and some which test artistic capability. Thank god the picture and
glass painting she displayed were of all vintage cars with damaged parts. I am
sure I did the best out of the best: generally toppers in class always fail to
crack any interview. Some tension before results: standing outside seems to be
the heartbreaking task for him.
Praveen! It was like the call for the future. Selected to join on Mumbai
JLR division of Tata Motors. Woow! Praveen was extremely happy as selected for
JLR in mind. Joined and worked like anything without break in work. Never had I
need to be too bad. No chats with anyone during break of office time. Had the
habit of listening and watching to only the 4 or 5 regular friends have in
occasion. No contacts, the only aim was to clear the 20 lakhs.
First month salary was great feeling, great moments with family in the
new flat having house warming ceremony. On month of 5th it was sort
of 2k out of 20k in the bank account after EMI. Ya its gonna be half year life
time ,better be with what I have till now. Happy than anyone else to sit in the
balcony of flat which my Dad was unable to do. I feel that his earnings was
fully invested on my education which is meaning full now. But somewhere in his
mind the real feel to be in Kerala still remained a dream. The day since he has
learned about Kerala from his mom. Praveen as usual had thought of dreaming to
come back to find out his roots in Kerala. That’s my land and I belong to
there. I love my traditional culture with that greenery.
You want tea or coffee bhayya. I said ”Coffee”. Later while having the coffee:
it was not Pravitha but it was Sangeetha
who had requested and given coffee to her. I had never noticed her till like
this, she looked gorgeous in her traditional Kerala attire. The wind which had
brought to me her long hair which gave me sparkles like more than anytime, her
eyes were so lively and energetic more than anyday and it was like my favorite.
Is that the same girl who studied with Pravitha and mentored Pravitha as dance
mentor in her dance class, Is that same girl who had studied with me as my
junior, Is that same girl whom I kept unnoticed. No idea because of the
happiness of job and housewarming I feel likewise. She seems to be most
beautiful girl I had seen. Am I feeling for her? No idea!! I don’t know, Praveen
just relaxed.
Time started flying like
anything: getting the best employee in JLR was a great achievement. Along with
that being a gold medalist from SPJAIN for program logistics and supply chain
management. Unfortunately or fortunately Sangeetha
sent my application to SPJAIN as Pravitha had dance classes at the time.
Sleeping without any break was always Praveen’s habit as accustomed to, it was
at 11 20 pm before June 5 Environmental Day got a call , It was Sangeetha on the other side.
“Bhayya
Can I tell me where CET is ?. Yes I can, may be I will drop you while on the
way to office.
I am going to Engineering College Mumbai for a function organized by
NSS, ever since the split and caste barriers had discriminated the human I felt
like never indulging any activity neither interested too. As I dropped her to
the venue to see what happened after some year. All my friends were astonished
to see their favorite goalkeeper and debater back in the stage. It was Sangeetha again who connected me to the
society again.
Those calls went on all nights but limited with the restriction of
normal friends. Just a casual thought: Who
had given me the money while my purse drained out while applying for bank loan?
Who had given me creative ideas while I was confused before interview? Who had seen my tears while I cried silently? Who was the silent viewer of all my
fate? Who had put my application even unknowingly? Who had connected me to the
society. It was her!!!!
Am I falling for her, Yea might be. Time again flew as usual. Bride and
Groom story begun: regular discussions regarding marriage for her. Am I
eligible for the same. What about my vision to do an MBA and what about my visit
to Kerala. No idea , but I need her desperately. She was the part and parcel of
my life knowingly or unknowingly. Praveen made up his mind to make it out.
Unfortunately, decided his mind to make it to tell her. It’s been since
one year. Losing her will not be the best thing in the life. Knocking the door
on a Sunday mid noon and entering to a living room where all guest came to see Sangeetha. A human mind is a
uncontrollable one if the things are not falling at the right time. Said in
front of all “I love her and I need her the most”. Never thought things will
move fast. When it had reached the ears of Mom, it was a direct call she
reached the other side and things were fixed. Got married within 3 years. Love
emotion and all were a part of that.
On a mild snowy evening the story ended like this:
Real lovers will be a part and parcel of your life knowingly or
unknowingly, Syam! I am successful by having the MBA from premier institute and
pursuing my ambition to be in Kerala even I know it was a forced decision on
her. But she feels happy, its all about adjustments. Sitting in their common
dream Zen Estillo “Praveen still trying to make Sangeetha happy and more
happier.
Yes writing these stories
makes me happier than as usual –Syam dated 13-02-2016
