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 Love Jatra
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Posted on 03-11-13 6:33 AM     Reply [Subscribe]
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Before moving to the story, I would like to thank all the readers and the well wishers who till now have shown interest and intimacy in all the postings of mine. It wouldn’t have been possible to move from ‘eclectic’ to ‘eclu’
, without your love and guidance. Also, I would like to assure you all, as long as you are reading I will always be there writing for you.
But this story, I would specially dedicate to one of my Sajha friends. Recently, I started calling this friend of mine SKM. During all those time in Sajha, we shared a lot of things, sometime we laughed together, sometimes we talked of the darkest part of our lives. No doubt, I really learnt a great deal of things from SKM and on top of all I knew how to live one’s life always loving it. So, SKM this one goes for you.
 
Love Jatra

I was sitting, thinking, didn’t know what to tell her. No clear thoughts, to put it other way, I would try to create an environment inside my head where I could be and sort it out as craftily as possible. But the random memories provided a great deal of hindrance. Memories; some sweet, some sour, some good, some bad. They are all over in our heads. Living without them is impossible and living with them, damn, a hell of a pain in ass.

The place was regular, we often met there. There was nothing special about it, of course, the prices on its menu weren’t so heavy and its remote location meant less people, less crowd and less noise. There was a couple just in front of me, eating their food and chatting. I wonder, when people talk, they talk of different things, may be books, music, politics or any individuals they know about. But they themselves seldom come in their own talks, as if they don’t want to get into themselves, they are afraid or may be they know themselves very little than they do others. I wasn’t particularly concerned what the two were talking about, but they made me feel guilty, perhaps a little sad too, trying to shake me, drift me from the course I was going to take. But I was deep rooted, totally focused on the task I had to perform.

I called a waiter and signaled him for a cigarette. She loathed this habit of mine. Last time she saw me smoking, she didn’t receive my calls for three days. If she caught me again, it wouldn’t mean a thing; it was a matter of minutes for everything to come to an end. People were hooting outside, the beating of the drums and the sound from the cymbals were coming in regular intervals. Again, it was some Jatra. I never understood the purpose or the meaning that laid buried deep in each one of them. The masked men dancing in a very eccentric way, and their masks resembling the demons often depicted in the ancient literatures. Sometimes, I would fancy the ideas, what these dancing demons really mean? Our ego? -  The ugly, dark and heinous part of ours which always makes us feel that we are the centre, the centre of everything. And what about the thing, the divine thing residing on the chariot, worshipped by all and being pulled amid the masked dancers. Once again I was carried away by the thoughts being unable to concentrate on the thing that I was meant to. I pushed the cigarette, half burnt, against the ceramic ash-tray until it ran out of smoke.

It was almost twenty minutes that I was waiting for her to arrive. I hadn’t expected that she would agree to meet so easily, not after the bitter moments we shared in our last meeting. Relationship, we strive for it so desperately and what we do later, we let it go. It has always been difficult to begin but more difficult to keep it going. Past few months there had been some kind of uneasiness between us. When or how did it start, I hadn’t any record of it but it had been growing rapidly, moving towards the edge, towards its tipping point. There was no question of staying inside a sinking ship. I had to move out of it, and as quickly as I could. But the difficult part was to put it to her. It was odd, really odd. From the day we started seeing each other, I never had thought there would come a day when I would be thinking how to do it. It was definitely going to hurt her. And in the first place she wouldn’t have expected it to come. But it didn’t matter. The only way was to call it off, to draw a line, to end it all.

The wait was over, she was there moving towards me but a tension began to build up. She looked beautiful, more lovely, or had she turned to the last piece of a cake which is always tasty. I gathered all my previous thoughts, trying to give them a firm shape, so that I would sound clear and definite. A momentary smile that was all we shared and it was shortly followed by a long silence, for a while we were speechless. She then looked at me and put her warm hand on top of mine, her eyes filled with tears. Probably I should rethink the whole idea, give ourselves some more time; a feeling rolled inside me. “I am sorry.” She said. It was not her fault, I thought. But she said again, “I am sorry Bivek, I am really sorry. I should have told you before, I am seeing somebody. We work together…” Her voice wasn’t reaching my ears, all I could hear was the drums, the cymbals and the loud dins. Then they began to appear, the demons, the masked demons. I passed through them and made my way towards the chariot. I approached near and peeked inside. Suddenly I realized I was no more in the center, I never was. It was just my delusions and they were fading away, disappearing.
 

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Posted on 03-11-13 11:00 AM     [Snapshot: 198]     Reply [Subscribe]
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Sad piece. Are the masks our negative feelings or the whole good vs evil that our religion focusrs on. I have often wondered.
 
Posted on 03-11-13 1:02 PM     [Snapshot: 275]     Reply [Subscribe]
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Gripping! Eclectic, your stories aren't just a great read - they stay with me for days after I read them and make me wonder about things. I loved the story against the jatra backdrop; it reminded me of my old days. Isn't is amazing how one writer writer expresses their feelings but so many other people could swear that it is their story? 

Keep writing, my friend, your stories are one of a kind.

 
Posted on 03-11-13 1:34 PM     [Snapshot: 275]     Reply [Subscribe]
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Nicely written and well crafted with friendly scence and amusing images.The climax is just KO.I liked it very much as all cakes aren't obliged to taste sweet and all jatras are not meant for celebrations ;some are for farewells.Good story.
 
Posted on 03-11-13 2:24 PM     [Snapshot: 352]     Reply [Subscribe]
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Well designed and cryptic; that's how I feel reading it again.Its like you find unknown things in every read.Its amazes me as there was no Jatra at all- -which I failed to see at first reading-- but just the random musings.Now, that's double KO in the climax.No doubt only a gifted writer can devise such a concept.
 
Posted on 03-11-13 11:39 PM     [Snapshot: 541]     Reply [Subscribe]
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Hats off to you...........................................
Feels like I am somewhere in the story,  each and everything happening in front of me.
 
Posted on 03-13-13 10:35 AM     [Snapshot: 734]     Reply [Subscribe]
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Thanks Vasudev, junkynfunky, behoove_me.

Halo, definitely the end of love is always sad but isn't its good to realize the truth and accept the reality. Thanks for your thought.

Annehathaway, first of all thanks for your wonderful words. Really? What you wonder about? I think it is the job of writers to distract others from their daily lives and force them to wonder !!!

Aawara, you really read it twice? Wow, you got it then. Thanks for your appreciation.

Adventurer, Thanks and I hope nothing like this happens in your real life.






 
Posted on 03-14-13 4:55 PM     [Snapshot: 865]     Reply [Subscribe]
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 Thoroughly enjoyed reading your story.. 

Have you ever thought of compiling everything you've written so far and publishing it? it would be a good book to read:) 



 
Posted on 03-15-13 10:30 PM     [Snapshot: 1031]     Reply [Subscribe]
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Thanks Shrine, Thahachaena.

Mercy, I haven't thought about it yet. I think it's a big thing to publish a book. So, I will wait more till I am ready with both my words and my wallet
 
Posted on 03-16-13 6:11 PM     [Snapshot: 1149]     Reply [Subscribe]
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It is really sad to read this story twice. One of your own experience and second for others. It return all the pain back again as it just happens now...all the tears and pains are growing much fatsre the moment to pass...you believe that you meant something where the truth proves that you were nothing. The best part comes out from this story is that if you have the faith that could catch your hand and resue your days, you will pass it fast..and remains broken pieces in our hear and mind to tell us that life can not give us the hope to live with and fight for ..Only God can enlighten our way..one sad story finished to open a new long one may last forever..Keep faith and believe you will be fine my friend..
 
Posted on 03-20-13 4:03 PM     [Snapshot: 1312]     Reply [Subscribe]
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 I read it again today.....I love your write-ups....spellbounding... I double mercynova....you should consider publishing all your writings...... 
 
Posted on 03-21-13 11:33 AM     [Snapshot: 1402]     Reply [Subscribe]
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Thanks Geology Tiger, javier.

daum, Thanks and I totally agree with you but it is just a work of fiction and nothing such occured to me or any of my friends around. So, be happy and don't worry.

thahachaena, thanks for your encouraging words yet again. Now I am considering seriously about publishing my writings and I will definitely let all you know about it.

And thanks to all the readers who read it and liked it.

 
Posted on 08-02-16 9:54 AM     [Snapshot: 3949]     Reply [Subscribe]
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