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Friday, November 30, 2012

A Christmas Gift

Am afriad to tell this story since this story may end ma story


I dont know the consequences of this story.. But i have to tell this. It's not a great big story
But it's something different something funniest event in me and ma friends life..

College days are most beautiful days in our life, this is an event from that life, with m a friends Sajin, navani

First Sem
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now am sitting like an Idiot and ma friends are making some fun with the girls.

it was Christmas celebration in our college. Mr. Navani, he had lot of girl friends and one of them invited and all the boys especially Navani.
Thala was Navani's Petname.

On Chrismas Day
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a call from thala: can u come with me to her House?
I said no, Since have some other engagement on that day
He called Sajin, But ha had also some other business

He made a conference call with me and Sajin,
We have to go.. She would expect us.. More over i promised to come, thala said..
hmm what i will do now, I cant refuse ma frined's request, and decided to go with him.
Sajin also agreeed to join with us

Amma, I have a party today in ma friend's home, dont want food today I told to Amma.

"In School life we don't have money and freedom
in college we have freedom but don't have money
after college we have money but don't have time" I remembered the lines

I just remember these quotes when i check my pocket...
Hmm 70 R/s

Thala would take the money, i said to my self

we met together at shakthan stand.

Do u have money, thala Asked
Yah,70 Rs

30 Rs to and 30 Rs for from journey 10 Rs for some light foods, Thala calculated in his head, he is good in maths, i thought my self..

we reached valappad and her house is 5Km distant from the bus stop,

we took a long journey.. we were welcomed by soft breeze, tall trees, huge ponds

we were talking abut the food that would be served in her home through out our journey.
Sajin loves Butter Chicken and chappathi, ... some fruits and ends with Ice cream and fruit salad
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navani is Pure Vegeterian and he likes sambar, kalan, pickles, payasam, pappad... He is A Brhamin Too, But None can Beleive it.

in ma case just need biriyani, curd, soft drinks, or mango, Pine Apple Juice...

we called her and she guided us to her home..

it was huge house, a palace I think.. lots of people were gathered there.. i dont know y

when we arrived there felt to run away from there..

A group of people were looking at us like Indian soldiers pointing their gun to a Pakstan terrorist
hmm

My god.. What is happening to me..ma head was spinning on ma neck.

@ home
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we were welcomed by little girls and boys.. we three get shocked when we saw a big gun on the wall

Aliya Run, I said but they were not listening it ... no the words are not coming from ma mouth

I kicked Navani's leg.. I think he was freezed he was not feeling anything this time..

Her father was former Indian Military officer

My god.

why you are standing there, Just take your seat.. strong voice from behind

Her father was standing behind us.. large moustache, 7" height huge hands and chest wearing black pant and T shirt

hmm

I think Thala lost his conscious

He didnt utter a word after reaching her home

Sajin.. he was busy in looking at the other girls..
Sit down

He barked
hmm
we slowly sat on the sofa

hmm, so who r you? what u want?

mmm, Thala, sajin they were not looking at his face

so... seena.. she is our class mate
oh..mm okey.. then ?
she just called for the dinner..
oho.. we dont know abt it
hmm
I stared at thala and Sajin

I dont have any thing to say..

can i get something to drink... voice from thala... i thought he swallowed his tongue bcoz of his hunger

he called his wife...
After some minutes our table was filled with Mango Juice and Pazhampori

Thala placed his hand on the plate like a magician, after seconds everything on the plate was disappeared
and take 4 more pazhamporin and placed it on the gaps betn the fingers of his right hand

me and sajin gupled the juice and stared at him

you will get nice Non vegetarian food..it's ma turn, Thala said.
ho.. everything was finished

so it's over.. her dad said

Dad: yah.. so what's next ?.

when I hear the letter "F" from (Food) from thala's mouth ijust kicked thalas leg, and stared at him.

okay.. we just came to see her
that's all
Happy Christmas
we want to catch the bus and want watch a movie, I said

okey.. He said

Dont you eat from our home.. Voice of her mother

A little hope from the distant star.. The voice was so feeble to hear
hmm

when her dad saw the letter "Y"(Yes) from ma mouth

no.. They want to watch the movie.. and it's too late for the movie her dad replied

yah.. i said

okay thank u for your treat

See you later

Bye

do u want a car? A lift... Her father asked.. They have about 5 cars in their sheds

its all right.. you are youth.. And he pointe at thala and said, you need some excercise, ot's good for your body, every one laughed,

can we (sajin, me) get the lift.. I said..
Suddenly... Don't leave your friends alone, Her Dad barked

Don't worry.. it's nice to walk at night...

we waved our hands, but we didnt see any one outside there... but i can see seena behind the curtains in the second floor.. What we are now ... Some sort of beggers... hum..
why did she call us.. for humiliating us.. Hmmm... Still I don't Know.



we walked out from the house..

We felt 5 Km Journey like 50 Km

Hmm.. On the way to bus stop we didn't speak anything
no money.. No food
what would we do now

at last reached bus stop

Our stomach was boiling for food and water..

we were walking... with hunger, thirst and some bad feelings

our tongues was waiting for a drop of water

I cant walk one more step.. Thala said
Me too.. Sajin begged
hm... please guys.. we would loose our Bus.. I said
Come on.. 10 more steps

Thirst and hunger were overpowering our strength
I just dragged thala with ma hands..

we were sweating and breathing heavily.

after minutes nature was blessed us with a soft rain..
we recovered our strength walked again......

@ 11.40

luckily we Got A KSRTC bus..

I reached at home..

ma mother was not slept yet ... kanna Do u want food? She asked..

yes amma.. I need.. Ijust eat the food like a Somali an Boy...

“There's a story behind everything. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story. Because hers is where yours begins.” I thought

On next day i called both of ma friends, they were not reached their home yet, since they loose their last buses to their homes...

Hmm, they were sleeping inside a temple on that last night..

it was an memorable Christmas Gift...



Dog Tag





what 's an dog tag...

its a chain worn by soldiers which identify their name, number and Battalion name... would be carved on it.

this story deals with ma imaginations thoughts and observations kept in ma brain for couple of days..

" Only the dead see the end of war".. this is the sentence which haunted ma mind, heart and brain for developing this story.

if the dead see the end of a war then dog tag which hanging around their neck would also be seen the war and end of his master too.

(Here 'Me' means ma conscious mind and 'Me*' means ma unconscious mind)



Assam May 30,1990 Wednesday 04.00 AM
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Actually I don't love this job... I said my self.. Collecting the dead's belongings.. climbed a large mountain searching for dead bodies... hmmm.. Nothing found now... Most fking job I have ever done..

I can smell the dead bodies surrounding me.. some are deformed.. some are partially burned and some don't have eyes, faces... hmm i cant describe more now

I took gulp of Rum in ma hand to sedate ma mind and brain... This job is Killing me, I said to my self



I walked along the grass... The fog is getting closer to ground.. cant see anything

Suddenly something hooked on ma Boot... Its a Dog tag... Pride of an Soldier...

I just took it...

Me: Hmmm got another National Hero...

Me*: Hmm, is he died? yah may be... cant see any sign of him..

I carefully examined it

Me: There is some blood drops on it...

Me*: may be he died by shot on his chest.. But i can see some burnt part on it's sides..

Me: May be he died by some sort of grenade or some kind of explosion

Me*:Yah,, i just flipped the tag.. then i found something carved behind it..

Me. It's written as " June".. May be his date of Birth...

Me*: May be he is still alive... May be i can meet him after some search...

Then I moved through the dense forest.. cant see anything.. But i found a gun and some shells on the ground..

what's it mean?

Me*: may be the enemy fired at him.. he may be wounded and they attacked with their grenade...

Hmmm...

any way it's none of ma business to find him.. they only said to me to collect the belongings of soldiers..

and I don't want this tag too. since its valueless to me...

So I threw it away..

I can still smell the partially burnt dead bodies... for what sake these people doing this...to get some land... To get Pride... For Jihad...hmm I thought

after some walk I saw a partially burnt hand and Bayonet(knife).

It was quite odd to me.. hmmm

Me*:How did he lose his hand.. why Bayonet was here... I thought

Me: After sometime I got some flash lights in ma mind like someone whispering near to ma ears.. May be he was attacked by the enemy with fire gas and Ak47... May be he want to discover his body by the army... may be he wants to inform someone he care most that he was died...

so he didn't want to burnt his body completely... He took his Bayonet and cut his right hand with dog tag while he was burning..

god i did a big sin, I regret myself.

I run along the mountain again.. Searched here and there.. after a long search I found the tag, the pride of and honor of a soldier, who sacrificed his life and dreams for the mother country.

I just took it and put it in ma pocket .. Close to ma heart...

Still i can smell him, Feel him.. Touch Him...may be its still beating like living heart. it wont stop until it reached the proper hands.
his soul may be happy now... On ma way i took every tag from every body...

I felt Proud to be a part of it.. A part of their sufferings part of their sacrifices and more over abt ma job.

now I can hear more voices in ma ears.. i can still feel the breath and beats in ma hands.. may be they are all waiting for the time in which they felt proud
to be a part of the victory in war, and became war hero's in their mother country.



Army Base @ Night
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I want to see the person who changed ma mind.... and i want to know abt him... and the one he cared most...
So I took the tag to the information database and typed his number and got the result

" Naik Vijay".. hmmm
Me: So what is June..

Me*: I searched a lot of his file and talked with his friends.... Then i called to his Home..

Me: Is it Naik Vijay's home, am from Army
Other (Person): yes.. wait a minute. June Someone is calling from Army...

I cut the phone...

Me*:June May be his wife, mother or daughter. He might be carved her name on his tag when he missed her most.

Vijay I know what you are thinking now, I will do that now..
He wants to send his tag to his family...

June 1 Assam
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June, I can feel You now... I can see you there, like these clouds, would be rain at any moment.. God will help you... The rain just started...
again I started ma journey to the mountains to find the national hero's... to find their dreams... to find their dog tags...