Category: My Stories

27 Jan 2014

A Happy Beginning

Posted by vas in My Stories | 2:25pm


"Oi Pentappa!" she yelled from the kitchen. She ran upto their bedroom and called again,"Pentappa! Wake up!"

A sleepy handsomely-set face looked up at her. She burst into laughter. He put on his spectacles and asked her, "Naku inka ardham avvaledu (I don't understand)... Why is it so funny?" She beamed at him as she recalled their pelli chupulu (a pre-arranged meeting for match-making)...

"Pentappa? What sort of a name is that," she had thought to herself while she was getting ready for the ceremony where the groom and his parents visit the would-be bride.

She didn't complain one bit, in fact, she was hell-bent on marrying the man her parents chose for her. Her friends would try counseling her against it, highlighting the disadvantages of an arranged marriage - "you know the groom better if you chose him yourself," etcetera etcetera...
 
After all the introductions and formalities were done, the groom and the bride were left to talk alone (while the rest of the family eavesdropped through all possible nooks, doors, walls..) She nervously looked up.

Instantly, she burst into a fit of laughter. She tried controlling herself but burst into more laughter as she saw his perplexed deep brown eyes under smart spectacles. She wiped tears from her eyes and through giggles apologized to the handsome well-built young man seated in front of her.

"It's just.. your name.. and you.. I'm really sorry... Hahaha.. Oh god! Where are my manners..." she blurted finally. He smiled and said, "My grandmother named me after her father. She loves me very much and so do I. Hence, I chose to keep the name."

Thus, after 8 months, the marriage hall adorned a flowery-board reading 'P A Reddy weds V Subbalakshmi'.
 
Subbu laughed every morning in the same way like she did when they first met. It was the same laugh that morning too.

"Subbu, it's been two years now! How can it be still funny... Subbu? You alright?" He ran towards her as she swayed sideways before fainting.
 
"Subbu..." A faint echo woke her up. She looked around, she saw her husband rubbing his brow in serous conversation with a doctor theough the glass panel in the door. He looked at her and his expression eased, he smiled weakly. She could sense his tense aura, something was wrong.

He excused himself and entered the hospital room. "Hey! How are you feeling? Don't worry Subbu. Nothing serious. They just want to keep you here to conduct a few tests just to make sure everything is alright."

She smiled and said, "Are you consoling me or yourself?" He laughed, but she detected a missing note. "Of course I'm sad," he said as if he was reading her mind, adding, "they want to keep you away from me for four days!"

She smiled and finally said, "But I feel fine. Why do I have to stay here for four days?"

 "Like I said, they want to carry out some tests to make SURE you are fine," he replied. She started speaking, but felt a sudden pain in her abdomen and winced. He rushed to her side and stroked her hair gently and whispered, "Yes, I will call your mother. Don't worry about me, I'll eat outside. Just rest."

He stayed with her till she fell asleep. She silently thanked him as she drifted into a blank painless world.
 
She woke up to find her mother beaming by her side. "Congratulations, my dear! You are pregnant!" Subbu's eyes went wide, "What! Mother, when did you come and what are you saying? This is a dream. Subbu wake up!"

 "No child, you aren't dreaming! You are pregnant! The baby is 2-months old!" her mother exclaimed.

"But..."

 "No buts Subbu! It's happening! Now let's get you out of here. The doctors are discharging you. They said you must have fainted due to weakness and the extra burden. We must make sure..." Her mother's voice rang in the background. Subbu was puzzled. It wasn't possible.
 
Her thoughts were broken by a running Pentappa who hugged her tightly. "Let's get you home Subbu! Lots of things to plan and sort! A new member is arriving soon." He grinned from ear to ear.
 
While completing the formalities at the hospital reception, Subbu recognized a familiar face, a face long forgotten, she wanted to approach him, but didn't know what to say... He looked at her, smiled and he raised his hand to wave but, froze and turned never to look back...
 
It started raining outside like the same day one year back when Subbu had received a phone call. "I told you I would come back for you," the voice rejoiced on the other side, but Subbu had turned cold...
 
The wipers swished to and fro on the windshield. Subbu jerked back to the present. She smiled as the raindrops trickled on the windowpane. She always loved rain from a distance. She didn't like getting drenched in it but enjoyed the showering drops from a cozy, warm, dry place.

Subbu looked across at an ecstatic Pentappa driving merrily. Her mother sat behind them and started thanking all Gods in the entire universe for having blessed them. "He's going to be an Architect Subbu," she said.

Subbu turned and smiled, "Mom! He isn't even born yet. But it's igoing to be a.."

'A Girl!' Pentappa chimed in. They all reached home singing songs and Subbu soon forgot her worries.
 
As they were getting off from the car, Subbu felt so weak she couldn't move. Her chest heaved as she found it difficult to breathe. Meanwhile Pentappa was by her side and already carrying her into the hall of their house. He was whispering something but she couldn't understand him, but somehow it soothed her. She relaxed and slipped into a dreamless sleep.
 
Subbu opened her eyes after 48 hours. It took her all her might to keep her eyes open. She saw a drip on her arm and her teary-eyed mother by her side. "Thank God! You scared us all Subbu! Now see..." Her mother's voice was swept into the background by her brain. She was analyzing a lot of stuff at once. "Mother! Where's Pentappa?"


Don't worry about him child..." she said. "Mother! Where is he?" The intensity in Subbu's voice made her mother rise and call her son-in-law.
 
It was still raining outside and the voice on the phone resounded, "Lakshmi! Where are you? I'll come to get you wherever you may be." "You are too late Bhanu," Subbu had replied...


"Subbu," Pentappa touched her arm ever so lightly, and she replied coldly, "We need to talk." 

They both looked at her mother who was already retreating from the room. After her mother left, Subbu glared at Pentappa, "What's going on?"

"That's what I'm asking Subbu... What is going on?"

"Come on, Pentappa. You know exactly what I'm talking about. The baby. The bouts of fainting. You reading my mind."
 
I'm your husband! I know you! I know when.. What's on your mind!"

"Pentappa! I remember! I know!"


He turned pale and turned to face her directly.


That one phone call. That one rainy day flooded three lives... Subbu recalled how dazed she was when she first saw what Pentappa was capable of. She loved him too much to ask any questions or demand any answers. She had pretended that she knew nothing and that day never existed.

But now? She had seen Bhanu again.. Memories of her college days, and the day Bhanu came searching for her, the day she saw something that shook the roots of her belief in their marriage, that day she chose to forget... all came rushing back.

After the phone call, Subbu cancelled all her appointments for the day. She stayed at home waiting for Pentappa, choosing not to bother him at his workplace. When he finally arrived, she didn't mention anything. She tried to be as normal as possible, but by bedtime and when all the servants had retired for the day, he asked her gently, "What is it Subbu?"

She looked at him with blank eyes which slowly brimmed with tears and she broke down in his arms and recited a chapter of her life which she thought was best left in her past.

Bhanu was Subbu's classmate in School. He had proposed to her then and she didn't take him very seriously. They got into different colleges in cities far apart and Subbu had thought that that was the end of it.

Bhanu on the other hand tried hard to keep in touch with Subbu. Since Subbu believed in prioritizing stuff in life, being in a medical college she couldn't afford to be in a relationship with him or anyone else for that matter. She had told him the same, but his reaction was something she hasn't expected anyone to ever say to her.

He said, "I understand Lakshmi. I respect your decision. I will work hard. Very hard. I will become a big man and come searching for you. It may take 5 years or maybe 10 years. But I will come.. I will come for you."

She thought that after they quit talking, Bhanu would soon forget her. He would find someone someday and she would be left alone. But then, the phone rang, Bhanu had returned.

"Prove to me that your husband loves you more than me. He can keep you happier than me. He can protect you better than me. Then, I will leave never to show you my face again," Bhanu had said. To this Subbu had replied firmly, "It doesn't matter to me. What's most important is I love Pentappa! He's my world now!"

But, Bhanu was determined to challenge Pentappa as he thought nobody deserved Subbu except him. Subbu didn't know how to explain to Pentappa or what to say to him but he simply said, "Let him come. Don't worry. Go to the hospital tomorrow. People need you. I'll take care of him."

The next day Subbu left for work as if nothing had happened the previous night. Well, she didn't remember any of it... Just as she reached her room in the hospital she realized she had left her locker keys at home. She groaned and drove back to home. She was standing at the door when she was hit by a strong gush of wind.

She almost fell to the pavement but forced herself up and went near the bushes of the lawn beside their home. She stood as if struck by thunder. Her breath was stuck in her throat. She stared as Pentappa and Bhanu appeared out of nowhere after which Bhanu ran.... He ran as fast as his feet could carry him. Subbu took a sharp breath in and then couldn't breathe for another 5 seconds before she hit the ground.

Until today she had not uttered a word about the incident. Now, she asked, "What is within me? Who are you, Petappa? Are you even Pentappa?"

A long silence stretched between them. It was so loud that Subbu felt her head would explode. She never imagined that silence could madden her so much. But she wanted to give him a chance to explain. She was forced to leave this trail of thought when she realized that she was no longer in her room.

They were floating... In void... She tried to speak but she couldn't utter a word. She stared wildly at Pentappa. His voice echoed in her head, "It's alright Subbu. I'm with you. I will not let anything happen to you. All you need to know is our baby will be very special... And we need to accept him as he is..."

months later, a healthy baby boy was born to Subbu and Pentappa. Completely healthy and kicking with life. Subbu regained her health and the baby grew rapidly. Subbu didn't question Pentappa anymore about anything.

Nobody knows what she remembers or what she conceals from the world. But one fine morning she said to her baby boy, "Shresht, you must use your special abilities to help anyone in need..."

Well those inquisitive about his special "abilities" can only read about those wonders in his mother's black leather-bound diary, which she threw into the deep blue sea, along with the rest of the contents of her brown rosewood chest, after she died an "ordinary death" after leading a full "ordinary life"...

 

10 Jan 2011

The Circle

Posted by vas in My Stories | 3:53am


I am sitting on the pavement, looking up at the sky, simply lost in thought. I hear some jolly voices. I look on the other side of the road and see a group of boys. Something tells me they are school children (it isn’t that obvious as they are not in school uniform). The information seems to come from the guy sitting beside me (Do I know him, I wonder). Following the group of guys is a girl and a guy (friends - again the info from the guy on my left). I could hear them. The girl seems to be grateful to the guy for being such a good friend (Why cry about that? I think, and I get my answer. It seems the girl’s so-called "good" friends are selfish gits and hypocrites, they wouldn’t even notice her when they didn’t need her, but when they needed help it was entirely different. She came to know about all this only this year? Wake up, darling!) The guy on my left smiles. Maybe I seem foolish to him! Really?  

At the turn of the road, the guy and the girl have to part ways. I feel an ominous strain nagging at me. I don’t understand. I don’t even know these people, then why should I care what’s happening to them? Anyway the girl thanks the guy again for being a good friend and turns away. The guy stands there for a sec and then calls her. She turns around, he walks towards her. Before he says anything a fast red Lamborghini takes a sharp turn and screeches to a halt, but....

I wake up with a jolt! Was it a nightmare?

It is 7:30 in the morning. It’s 17th Feb. My parent’s wedding anniversary. I get up, fish for the gift in my study table, go to my parent’s bedroom to wake ‘em up and wish them. But they are in the hall. Their eyes are all red. They obviously seem devoid of sleep and... what is it in their eyes? Fright? I am worried. Their expression changes as I approached them. They are acting the goody – goody parents who don’t want to worry their child b’cuz of their problems. I was stubborn - and they talked. It was the same dream.. they had the one I did, only difference being – no guy on my left, no sitting on pavement, and it was like they were conversing with each other (my mom as the girl and my dad as the guy). They had been having this dream every anniversary. The thing that bothered them this year was the accident (which wasn’t there in the previous dreams). They had been showing themselves to various psychologists in vain.

Something suddenly strikes me.  I was watching this reality show the previous day about reincarnation and getting to know our previous births throuugh hypnotism. Not a bad idea, dad says. After trying so many things we could try one more, says mom. You see they are desperate to solve this puzzle that had been bothering them for 18 years...

That night my grandpa came back from his tour. We were having dinner and I don’t know why, but I asked him about his childhood. After dinner he brought out his childhood album and we sat around him. He was showing me pictures of his first steps, first day to school, etc. Then suddenly he became emotional at the photo of a little him and a little girl sitting on a chair. He said in a shaky voice, "That’s my sis." I never knew about her. He turned to a page with the photo of a teenage girl. He said, “That’s the last anyone saw of her... (he seemed lost and then he said slowly) She died in an accident. He told us it was the Christmas party at their school and kids came in casuals. I glanced at the photo again. I let out a gasp. IT’S THE GIRL IN MY DREAM! I almost shrieked. My parents couldn’t get a glimpse of the faces all these years. Everything came to a standstill. All the events were taking place in our minds. I spoke - mom you are the reincarnation of grandpa’s sister and dad you are the guy, her best friend!

The mystery was finally solved. But something still nagged at me. Who was the guy beside me? Next morning, I asked grandpa to allow me to take a look at the photos again. Then I spotted the person who was on my mind. I asked grandpa who he was. HE WAS MY GRANDPA’S FATHER WHO HAD PASSED AWAY THE DAY I WAS BORN!

The circle of life. . . .



Current Mood: Wondering...

17 Nov 2009

Surviving Human'kind' Part I

Posted by vas in My Stories | 4:07pm


The sweet cry of the baby girl thrilled him. The world’s top scientist of the 25th century had been restlessly pacing up and down the corridor of the lab just a few seconds ago. Bensen had just been successful in literally creating his own child...

A few thousands of kilometers away, inside a burning house, a 2-year old baby was left abandoned to cry to death. Nobody was worried about anybody in the inferno raging all around in the house and outside. The nuclear war had created havoc everywhere.

But, a passing gentleman, who had some heart left in him, detected the victim of cruelty. Luke was thus saved by Bounty. But, the problem was that the poisonous gases had badly affected the Luke’s vital organs. His chances of survival were bleak. Unless...

That was 22 years ago.

The red apple shone on the table. A beautiful person came for breakfast and sat down gracefully at the table. She had recently turned 22. Her father came in and smiled at her, wished her a good morning. Lucy replied with a smiling nod revealing perfect white teeth. She asked, “What’s for breakfast, dad?” Her voice was sweet and soothing, with comforting warmth. Bensen replied today it was chef’s special...

Somewhere in a burning hot red desert, a tall figure was seated on a rock and inhaling the red fumes. He was outside the space station which usually went on Mars to research whether the gold there was usable. He was in the midst of extracting it.

The 6'1” figure was clad in a space suit which permitted only his face to be exposed to the toxic atmosphere. The eyes were a melancholy brown. His brown hair fell gently on his wheatish coloured boyish face with a determined look. Bounty came out of the station and beckoned to Luke that it was time for the aircraft to leave the station for Earth...


(To be continued)



Current Mood: studiousssss

4 Jul 2009

A Mystery Still

Posted by vas in My Stories | 9:14am


It was the day I had been longing for all my life. We five adventure seekers were on our way to unveil secrets of the deep oceans. My Grandpa, Mr. Reddy (his friend), Miss Daisy (scientist), Mr. Peter (meteorologist) and I were heading towards the Bermuda Triangle!
 
As our ship approached the Bermuda Triangle Grandpa and Mr. Reddy started behaving in a weird manner. Sometimes there would be a satisfaction of achieving something in their eyes, and at another time fear. They discussed about something late in the night. None of us was allowed to interfere. We started worrying about them.
 
At last we reached the Bermuda Triangle. We were all ready with our instruments. All were excited. We were going to reveal a secret which many scientists failed to. Suddenly, we saw that Grandpa and his friend were in the ocean in scuba suits. They were debating over something. Then,my grandpa took out a glden box the size of a pencil box with a diamond in the place of a keyhole.
 
There was an oppressive silence and stillness. A chill ran down my spine. Grandpa pressed the diamond and instantly the calm sea roared and the sky thundered. Grandpa and his friend were sucked into the angry ocean. Strange lights started illuminating the sky from the ocean. A simlilar light also appeared from Grandpa's cabin.

Suddenly, Grandpa came out shouting at the top of his voice asking us to leave the ship. Alas! there was no time to see the origin of the light in his cabin. Leaving all our instruments on board we jumped into the dark ocean. As soon as we jumped the the ship sank as if the hungry ocean had gulped it in one go.

The storm rested and a rescue team saved us. After this extraordinary event Granpa became a silent man. He never referred to it again. Mr. Reddy couldn't survive in the water due to shortage of oxygen. That's what we thought.

But Grandpa's eyes had a different story to tell. They were always filled with mixed emotions of sadness, fear and regret when he said, "He got it, but couldn't survive it..."

1 Jul 2009

Beginning or the End?

Posted by vas in My Stories | 11:06pm


I was being shaken vigorously. I woke up from my deep sleep to find my mother’s usually calm face highly excited waking me up at about 1 O’ clock at night. I wondered what it could be hmmm…. Before I could think of anything my mom almost screamed telling me that the crew from ‘Shop In Your Pajamas’ have come to our place to make ME the FIRST participant in their show! I went mad.

I remembered that I had sent the idea of this show in response to an advertisement demanding ideas for an entertaining new show a few months ago. I am glad they made me their first participant.

In this show the crew (comprising of a host and cameramen, obviously there would be a director, producer, etc., but they wont be moving around) would pick a house at random at almost midnight and ask them to shop in their pajamas or whatever they are sleeping in! They get to shop in Ambience Mall for an hour and get whatever things they pick for free! But you can’t buy furniture, electronics, and costly jewelry.

The next moment I was sitting in a limo chatting with the host. As soon as I got down my vision got blurry. The time started ticking and I started running –due to excitement or……? The course of events changed from excitement to fear. Suddenly I fell down. I saw something above the Big Bazaar banner but couldn’t identify it. Everything faded to black and I slipped into unconsciousness.

I am again being shaken vigorously to be woken up by my mother’s usually calm face highly excited at about 1 O’ clock. Hmm that’s interesting. She (again) almost screams and tells me that the crew from blah blah blah blah . . . . . you know it right? Was I actually dreaming or have I become a psycho? Anyways the same chain of events flowed (exactly similar!).

But this time I know that I am running out of fear as . . . something is following me. I don’t know what. I am running for my life, I trip, and I fall. AAAAHHHH! Somebody help me! I am helpless. Oh God what shall I do? I shouldn’t have come after seeing that unlucky horrid dream.

Suddenly I see, observe and identify the thing on the Big Bazaar banner. To my horror it’s it’s it’s. Oh why do words stick to the throat and don’t come to the mouth when needed desperately!

NO NO NO I can’t I just can’t slip into unconsciousness nowee . . .

                                           (Is it)   
                                         The End



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