The Last Mole of Oxygen

This is my favourite story for a person who is going to be very special in my life.




“Yeah, I will be there, yes yes Thermodynamics yeah”, with irritation I answered to the guy who was there in the other side of telephone. Time is scrambling and me on my journey to ask the permission to her about my marriage. I am waiting for the Bangalore express of 5.30pm. Still exist kilometers to travel to see that beautiful person. At last it arrived. The train keeps the same mood as how it was before 5 years. After every tiresome waiting at Aluva railway station whenever I get into that train it felt like a relaxation, because the dream place for which I dreamt was a reality then. That prestigious world famous research center of Bangalore made me into a great teacher who travels from place to place for giving lectures at the age of 27. I sat on that reserved seat; I felt it was waiting for me till 2014. I could never get into this favorite train after my MTech. Even when I was at states I missed those colorful days we spent at that Lalbagh garden and Big bazaar. But this time I am going to Bangalore to get her permission for my marriage. The train step by step, round by round gained its momentum. I simply tilted my head to the window side to see the tears sky left when dawn departed it for the dusk. I always think, rain is the incarnation of that person because the whole world’s beauty lies with these two characters. Now the train is at Trichur, the place where I did my graduation in chemical engineering. With a deep sigh my memories went back to GEC. The chemical technology, material technology labs, canteen, the chemical tree where lovers sit together sharing the beautiful thoughts about their future, the staff room where we stood for hours waiting our teachers, to get our records signed, and the class rooms where laziness made its permanent dwelling and my favorites like fluid, thermodynamics, mass heat transfer. Still memories are sweet, but not as sweet as the person whom I am going to see. Train keeps its momentum covering palakkad, saelam and I went into the company of dreams by closing my eyes.


Now its Condonment station. Still exists 10 more minutes to reach Bangalore main station. I took my brush and put some paste in it. I confirmed whether it is that herbal paste which she always tells about. After getting a warm wash on my face I carried my entire luggage and went near the door waiting for the heaven Bangalore. It is getting close 5 mins, 2 mins and at last I am here. With ecstasy I inhaled the Moles of Oxygen. Still it carries the beautiful smell of lavender which she  always had. The wind still hums the Kalyani raga which she always sung for me. The wind still brings the odor of those colorful roses we exchanged together with our hearts. Yes once and still I love her more than anything and I don’t know why Time absorbed the color of those roses to its realm. I don’t know what prompted us to depart each other. I don’t know how she feels about her new life with out me. Still I remember the first day I joined that institution to take math tuition for BTech students where we met each other. Still her sound is circling me and making me happy, but she is not with me. Again I inhaled the moles of oxygen, now it doesn’t bring the smell of lavender but the smell of tears I made when she told me “Your love is a burden for me”.

The platform is getting into its hectic life. It was filled with busy people, students, breakfast sellers and so many. I rambled there in search of that old tea shop. I don’t know what all epithets I should put forward to express my memories about this beautiful place. I walked to the auto stand. I entered into the auto. The driver asked me to where he should convey me. I was stuck because I don’t know where I should go first. With a little bit dilemmas I told-- Lalbagh, the romantic place where I often visited with the MTech textbooks I had. When I reached Lalbagh, when I found the buds of red roses again my memories went after those days where we shared the joy of our beautiful tomorrows. But that angel is not with me now. She went miles ahead leaving me alone and now I am here to ask her permission about my marriage[to be continued]

The Priceless Commodity

THE PRICELESS COMMODITY




Time was 5.30pm. Then I was at Trichur city centre, just getting down from Brain Tree. It was drizzling outside “Oh God, today also I forgot my umbrella at GEC”. I stood there shocked, “How can I be a good teacher if I behave like this, a person who started his career at 18 for GMAT, GRE students and still behave like a 5th standard guy who forgets his umbrella and complains his memory”. Still it drizzled outside. Raindrops patted the doors of Brain Tree. My students were discussing about Vikram’s performance in Raavanan in their mother tongue confirming that I was not there in the nearby ambience. I just peeped into the class room to show my existence, suddenly the class filled with silence. “Guys don’t get tensed I am not here to put a fine on you, is there anybody to Vadakke Stand, see I forgot my umbrella at GEC. Can anybody give me a lift? I will offer a cup of tea”- I said. The smiling charming fellow whom I call “Junior Surya” came forward to provide me a good company up to Vadakke stand. We together entered the beautiful capsule lift. Our junior Surya was looking a junior Jyothika and I was searching the inbox of my mobile phone. “Sir, please look at her, that fair girl with violet top and black jeans, truly speaking she was staring at me!!! I think this French beard might be the reason, auhhh GOD what a beauty” pointing at some girl at the beauty parlor he told me.

“But surya she doesn’t suits for you”- I interrupted.

“Why?”- He asked me eloquently.

“No she doesn’t look like Jyothika”- I spoke with a little eulogy in my language.

“Yeah you are right, Sir, Why you are always looking into the inbox of our phone, any thing important or???????”- Surya asked with a suspicious tone.

“Hey no nothing like that, just expecting a reply that’s all”- again me.

“From whom?”- Surya

“From my room mate”- me

The lift reached the ground floor. We stepped out and were on our way to the bus stand. With an ecstasy in my voice I asked Surya-“Hey guy, how do you always maintain this charm in your behavior, is there any special medicine? I always see you in the middle of friends with good jokes and funny talks. How can you be like this? Even I am not able to do that. See, I am not able to maintain a vibrant humor sense in my speech. How can you do all these stuffs? Really I have jealousy on you” again a eulogized speech about Surya from my tongue.

“Sir it is nothing but the way I discern my life, till my 19th age I was not a guy like this. I always complained about everything. I paid a lot for that nasty behavior. I lost my good friends, my best classmates, even the girl I loved more than my life. Time made an exasperating gamble on my days. Still those memories haunt me. Sir, I paid a lot for that, a lot. At last I understood everything, every moment, and even every pain in our life has a purpose. But I paid a lot for that lesson. I learned there is no market for sorrows; the Priceless commodity in this universe is not the life of human beings but the sentimental emotions possessed by them. Sir, now I know How to market myself. With pride I am telling sir, now I know the Priceless commodities should be buried with in our own kingdom. I don’t mean that you should not discuss your problems with any one, but nobody is interested to hear your problems- I should tell you one thing “By hearing your problems 99% will be happy and 1% don’t even care about it”. Sir, if possible convert your miseries and depressions into worth full commodities and market you. Sir, I don’t know whether I am presumptuous about my speech but I know one thing now I am able to market myself. People are attracted towards me, because it is the specialty by which I decipher the incidents in my life. Still I have problems, but the smile in my face gives me confidence that I am able to overcome everything. The smile in my face is not a mask for my problems. It is now a part of my personality. Sir, I am reiterating with pride I know how to market myself. I know the power of positive thinking and I always feel the presence of Best Companion with me. I am happy sir, now I know the people; I know what they desire for. Again sir with pride I am telling I know how to market myself” Surya completed his speech with small tears in his beautiful eyes.

“Surya wipe out the tears”- I offered him my hand kerchief.

“No sir leave it, tear is a priceless commodity”- Surya.

“C’mon Surya lets get into the Indian Coffee House for that cup of tea. May be some other pretty girls with violet top and black jeans waiting there for you” I confided.

“No sir, waiting for us”- Surya said with a naughty smile.

With a long lasting smile we entered into the cafeteria. Again he pointed to a girl and was saying some thing to me but I didn’t lend my ears to him because I was listening to my heart. Yes it is chanting the mantra of “Thanks” for Surya.