Yu and Mi (Part-4)

Yu and Mi (Part- 4)

** This is a work of fiction. **

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Even though we have met many times so far and have extracted many layers, we are yet to reach that depth where love resides. It’s been 3 years since we are in a relationship, but this ship is still on the land, in the mode of testing. At present, we are trying to detect any faults in the ship, if any, so that when we start our journey on the waves of marriage, our ship doesn’t sink down, which is the case in most of the ships. Strange? I know. It is very complicated to handle all this, to control what we speak, to express and most importantly to love. Even the experts in this field are the owners of many broken ships. A lot happened in these 3 years. One more ship had sinked meanwhile. Her parents got divorced last year. It was the epicenter of this ‘Testing mode’ of our ship. I know it is tough for her to handle this, but it is tougher for me when she says she can handle it all alone. She doesn’t let me console her. She says she can be a man too. Nowadays she has become more of a feminist type. I don’t know whether she even understands what she says. The trends on internet always breaks more than join. I saw time, it was 8:30 pm. I felt tired after a busy day. If you keep doing all day what you don’t like, you are prone to get more frustrated. I tried to sleep for half an hour, but I cannot. I felt as if something is going on in my heart.

A quick meeting was planned by the three important departments of the company. The place chosen was at some height from the ground. There were four rooms but they decided to meet in the first one. There were three people, one each from the 3 important departments. There were two choices. They had to decide on one. The issue was that the company is in trouble and the owner of it cannot sleep at night. There are no revenues and there are assets neither.

The manager of the top department, which deals with technical stuff and investment, said that the company is not running well as we are investing too much in wrong stocks. Even though we got good returns for the first two years, now what we spent is getting more than what we received. Their department believes that it’s time to change the stock in which they are investing and find some better stock.

The manager of the Middle department, which deals with public relations and emotional issues, said that even though the stocks are very good, they are going from a difficult period at present. They are under pressure. Their owner is having personal issues which takes time to get fixed. We got good returns for the first two years of the investment, only from one year we are facing this. If we believe in them for some more time, we will get much more than we have expected. Have faith.

The manager of the bottom department, which deals with growth and pleasure, complained that both the other departments are getting their share of what’s left but his department is yet to receive its payment from the beginning. It’s not fair. But he said his department believes that only this stock can provide the best growth rate to the company. I request you to give my payment soon. Our staff is suffering.

As two of the three managers decided to keep investing in the stock, they decided to go on with the company’s rules. New policies and programing was set and company consciousness was rewired. Suddenly the place began to shake. It felt as if there’s an earthquake. They rushed under a cage and held their hands with a smile on their faces. They remember they felt 2 aftershocks.

After 3 sneezes, I felt somewhat relieved. Something inside was hurting me before this, as if some people were sitting inside my heart and discussing something. After 3 sneezes I felt as if my consciousness has been rewired. New ideas kept coming inside as if more energy has been invested in my body. I realized that she is going through a tough phase, how can I, in such phase quarrel with her. Patience level increased in me. But it is not only me. She is also showing lots of patience. She is bearing the angry side of me. I do business of export and import, which she says is not for me. She says I am meant to write. I write and try to inspire people, but it cannot earn me bread. She always wants me to do something about my passion, I always brush aside the issue. Even I want to do something about my passion, I tried many publishing houses but I got rejected. I didn’t tell her about all this, she is already facing enough. Her mom has shifted to Delhi after the divorce. Anyway, even before divorce she used to stay in Delhi most of the time. This distance was the cause may be which gave this effect. Her dad who is a textile businessman now just sits at home and keeps crying for the lost deal at night. He never invested enough time in the marriage and have invested enough tears in divorce. He is MAD. Yes, MAD, Married and Divorced. RashMi looks after different charitable works. She loves to help poor people and does painting to get funds, charitable funds. She always wanted to be the son which her father wanted, and believe me, she is. But this has also has made her a feminist. She always brings this issue in the middle, like a nose comes in between two two-lipped scissors. I want to be my father’s son she always says. My mindset never lets me feel as I am poor, as I have rich thoughts and a 6-digit bank balance. She always talks about future, will I stay happy doing all this work, she really believes I am meant for writing. But what future? There is no guarantee of the next second and she talks about unpredictable future. It is like you are standing on one shore and you can see your destination on the other shore. But because our present (boat) is not good, lets wait till future (ship) becomes good. You have boat, then travel. My dad is a bank manager. My mom a home manager. Only their son cannot manage anything emotional! I am stuck in between. To continue with export and import or concentrate on full-time writing. Time was over 9. 9 has always been my lucky number, I was born in 9th month and on 9th day. She said she would message me at 9 in the night when I called her in the morning. She should have come home few minutes ago. Even my mobile knows that. It spoke to me in some unknown language after few seconds.message tone.
Whatsapp, RashMI, 2 messages.

‘Hi’
‘How are Yu?’

I typed *I am fine* and deleted it. And typed something else.

Mi is fine. Yu is not fine.’

‘How can Mi be fine if Yu is not fine!’

‘You are not fine?’

‘No, I am fine.’

‘Really?’

‘Yes. I am.’

‘That’s good. 🙂 ‘

‘Today I went to hospital.’ I felt a chill. What happened suddenly! I didn’t want to spoil a good chat.

‘Pregnant?’

‘Bye.’

‘Sorry. Okay. Tell. What happened?’

‘One of the staff member of charitable trust met with an accident. Someone called me from the spot, as my number was on the last called.’

‘I am so sorry. How is he now? Everything fine?’

‘She died. When I reached to the hospital, everything was over. Doctor said it was very late.’

‘Oh! I am very sorry. May her soul rest in peace.’

‘Thanks! :)’

‘Thanks? For what? For being an accident in your life?’

‘No. For being an angel in my life. You saved my dad that day. I will never forget that AbhimanYu’

‘I was just at the right place at the right time. But you are being a feminist here also. Angel? Me? You say you want to live life like a man. It’s ok. But you are comparing me to an angel! What justice is this!’ I felt guilty the moment I clicked on the send button. My ego typed this, not me. I realized that one sarcastic smiley could have completely changed the meaning of it.

‘Please Yu, not again. I am not up for this today. Angels are heavenly. There are no men and women classifications. I just hope you said this as in a jovial way.’ This relieved me. Not everything has gone out of control. I breathed and then threw my ego in my mental dustbin. Then I started typing.

‘Sorry. I don’t know why, but even I am becoming a menist day by day. My ego is getting better of me. I threw it outside today. See, RashMi, you know I never hurt you intentionally and will never. It is all our uncontrolled emotions that becomes our villian. I am very proud of you. You are a very responsible son and a responsible daughter. And you are even playing a role of a mother, by looking after your father. Hats off.’ Something inside me felt free the moment I sent this message. How great it feels to keep the ego aside and talk with our loved ones. I bet some discussions have taken place in my heart today which has rewired my perspective and consciousness.

‘Thank you AbhimanYu. I needed this assurance. I know you will never hurt me. Yes, my father have become like a child. As a mother, it is difficult for me to handle all this. That’s why I am not committing to you. I cannot handle it. Anyway, it is father’s duty to fulfill the child’s wishes. As I am the mother, can you be the father?’ I realized how difficult it is to be in the body of women. I felt very proud of her and all women at once.

‘Try me’

‘The child needs the real mother. :(‘ She sent this and went offline. I know she will be crying. But crying is important in such situations. If there is no rain, there won’t be rainbow. I have to become that rainbow. Her father needs the real mother, who else it can be, his wife. Now I have a boat infront of me, I won’t wait for the ship. I took out the contact of the real mother. Devyani Mehra. I pressed ‘call’. This is just the second time I am calling her. First time I called her was when his husband was physically hurt, and now when he is mentally hurt.

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Thanks for reading. Have a great day. 

Yu and Mi (Part-1)

Yu and Mi (Part-2)

Yu and Mi (Part -3)

Yu and Mi (Part-3)

Yu and Mi
(Part-3)
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** This is a work of fiction **

For the first time in my life I came to know that words are not only costly but also heavy. I was able to feel the weight of her words and they were pushing me down and down into depression. Her words “I got married two years ago” were spreading in every part of my existence as a virus which may have some deadly consequences. I wondered how our mother Earth can hold all this weight of globe without complaining. May be that’s why we call our Earth as mother Earth. I was really missing my mother. I had no words to speak, even if I had, they may have committed suicide within my voice box. To be clear, my mindset was completely unclear.

But uncle didn’t tell me anything about his son-in-law in the morning when I asked him about his family. I turned my face towards him. Only your bones are broken, but your daughter broke my heart. But to my surprise he was also dumb-struck. He was as surprised as me when he heard her saying that she got married two years ago. Just hope that he doesn’t fall down holding his chest.

“Yea. I got married to my passion, Painting, two years ago. I was in a relationship with my passion from 9 years, then I finally decided to marry it. I got this idea from your words AbhimanYu ‘Finding your passion is like finding a soul-mate and following it is like keeping her happy forever.’ Thanks. ” she said this with lot of passion. Her passion was visible in her eyes. For one moment I wondered that she has painted herself to perfection!

But these words spread in my body as an anti-virus to her previous words. Every part started to feel alive, again. I was suddenly feeling weightless. It felt like I was flying and may fall into one of her paintings, any moment. I turned towards his father to thank him for bringing up such a daughter. He was smiling too.

“Thanks to you RashMi, I have applied my own words many a time before, but for the first time someone else has used my words, it means a lot me”, I said finally as some words found a way through my Voice box.

“Hey Yu.. It was my pleasure to use your words. You are such an inspirer”, she said. Have you ever seen the happiest person on Earth? You should have seen me at that time.

“Thanks Mi, that’s so sweet of you.” I said blushing.

“Marriage with passion is ok dear, but where this passion which you are marrying, will live? On the footpath? Or as they say in movies, in the heart??” said her father with a smirk.

“Dad, money is not an issue. It is just to buy things.  It can’t buy happiness. Anyway I am not a girl that desires to live in a duplex, I always love to live in 2 BHK.” said Mi, with her passion as the bow and her confidence as arrows.

That’s it. Now I came to know why my Heart is divided exactly into 4 parts. Just because she is always fond of 2BHK(2+1+1=4).

“Yes uncle. Money can give you things but not happiness associated with those things. We can’t buy happiness, we can only generate it, and fuel for happiness is our passion. Doing what we don’t like makes us frustrated with what we do. Doing what we like makes us happier with what we do. Life is good only until money is in hands, but life is dangerous when money is in mind. If we really love our passion, it lives in the things we do and gives birth to thoughts in other minds. Money will keep flowing. Money is for flowing, not for being stagnant.” I said opposing uncle. I can never hear anything against following our passion. 

Uncle was surely speechless but whereas Mi was completely speechless too.

“Wow Yu, can’t agree more. Very true and inspiring. Now I am number 1 fan of your words.” then she turned towards her father, “If money is in mind there are more chances for a person to meet with accidents.” said Mi winking towards her father.

We all three started laughing. Everything was perfect at that moment.

“Haha.. I don’t know about professionally, but Students of this generation are passionately confident.”  said her father laughing. We all laughed again.

“So come, let’s have coffee, I am laughing too much today. I need coffee.” Mi said still trying to suppress her laughter. What she said? Coffee? With me? Come again!! And what? Coffee to overcome laughter! Wow..

We both started walking towards the canteen of the hospital. Sometimes it’s not about the place where we drink coffee, it’s about the people with whom we drink coffee. We ordered two coffees and took our seats.

“So do you believe in love at first sight?” Mi said with her hands resting on the table. My ears went deaf. Am I really awake? Isn’t this too fast. I have been always against time. Sometimes 1 second takes years to pass, and sometimes within seconds life changes by years. One quote which I wrote few weeks earlier was eager to come out of my Voice box.

Love at first sight is just love at first sight with the skin. It takes some more meetings, some more layers to fall in love with the heart, as our heart is some layers deeper than our skin.” I said this, but I knew I fell in love with her, years before I met her. I fell in love with just her mere existence in this world. I was waiting for her reply.

“Wow. That’s great. Let’s get married. Let’s extract the layers.”

Will work on part-4 soon.
Thanks for reading.

Links for part 1 and 2 are given below:

Yu and Mi (Part-1)

Yu and Mi (Part-2)

Yu and Mi (Part-2)

Yu and Mi
(Part -2)
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** This is a work of fiction.**

I was feeling nervous while climbing the stairs of the Apollo Hospitals. Even though she said ‘let’s meet next week’ the previous day, I knew she said it just because I had said meeting her tomorrow was like meeting her next week. So I was ready for a date which will be one of a kind. Which is gonna be in a hospital. I hardly slept the previous night, as I was occupied by her thoughts, and when I slept, she was in my dreams.

As I reached the third floor, my temple began playing its symphony in the worst unsynchronous way possible and an earthquake broke down in my heart with her first look as the epicenter. She had occupied all my thoughts and dreams.

I have trained my mouth to sync with my brain this time, so that my mouth doesn’t speak anything without a permission from my brain, again. I have prepared some topics in advance, if in case my mouth falls out of words. I wondered whether a person can fall in love with another person to such an extent by just looking at her/him, without any information about that person. I was not sure. I was yet to discover it.

As I reached the room no.304 and was about to open the door, I felt as fearful as a person feels while opening the door of a haunted house at midnight. And when I opened the door, I saw a ghost in blue laying lifeless on bed with his face facing towards me and the mouth open. I felt afraid as I took my steps towards him. I screamed “uncle,uncle”! But no response. My heart-beat at that time was audible even to the patient next door. I was about to touch the body but within a second the life-less body sprang to life. Goosebumps.

I was about to run but then the ghost spoke “Hey my son, I was sleeping. I am glad that you care for me so much. I am absolutely fine my son. Come,have a seat.” My nervousness came down but still I felt embarrassed as he always addresses me as his son. Damn! I have a thing for your daughter! And by the way where is your daughter, I wanted to ask him.

“Today no one came to meet you, uncle?” I asked him. Being safe is always the best option.

“My wife will arrive here by today afternoon and my daughter went to a pharmacy store for medicines, she will be back in 10 minutes. That’s it! That is my family. And even you came to meet me” He includes me in his family. I sat on a chair nearby him and was thinking how to start a conversation with her dad. From where to start.

“So what do you do beta?” he asked adjusting himself inorder to sit on his bed. A question for which every parent has a patent to ask any youth in any situation, doesn’t matter even if their bones of hands are broken or not! Instead why don’t they ask ‘What is your passion beta?’

But then suddenly the doors opened up. A powerful storm disguised in the form of a girl appeared from the other side of the door. I was stunned by this epitome beauty that has a power to hypnotize the whole world with just one smile. I have heard about Bermuda Triangle before, but for the first time I saw my own version of Bermuda triangle. The triangle formed by her two eyes and her mouth as the three vertices of the triangle, instantly became my version of Bermuda triangle. My thoughts took off from my brain and landed in that triangle but they never came back. I think they got lost in that triangle. I think I need a seat belt for not to fall in this triangle. I never saw such a beauty anywhere. Describing her in just words would just be an insult.

“Hey Yu, I thought you would come next week!”, she said with a sarcastic tone.

“Then I think I should go”, I said laughing too.

“Hey dad, here are your medicines. I have already paid our house rent, current bill and LIC beema amount. So you don’t have to worry papa. Doctor said you would be discharged in two days.” She said to her dad. But she didn’t reply to me. She didn’t tell to stay. She didn’t tell to go. So I would stay.

“Aww! You are my son. You are so caring and responsible. God bless you Rashmi beta” said her dad with a feeling of pride. How proud parents feel if they see their children fulfilling their responsibilities!

“Papa, I am your son. I am your daughter. I learnt everything from you.”, she said this with a sheer confidence. I wanted to ask uncle what would he prefer me to become, his son-in-law or daughter-in-law!

As this daughter and dad pair were talking with each other, I began looking around. I expected a lot this morning and now in this 5-star hospital, with all these medicines served in the menu and the sound of these medical equipments acting as the background music, I was having a date one of a kind. WOW!

“Ha beta. So what do you do?”, said uncle interrupting my chain of thoughts. Huh! Parents!!

“B. Tech third year uncle”, I said having no spark of an engineer graduate.

“Oh! That’s great! Engineering ha! Some people don’t do it just because it is tough” said uncle.

“There’s nothing great in doing engineering uncle, it is like a 10th class nowadays. And it’s not about being tough uncle, it is just because it is followed by the most. How wrong we are! ” I said having experienced this 3 years of hell.

“Hmm. But engineering is famous. And many students join engineering which makes it tougher.  Such is the competition. And this competition gave rise to commercial age of education. But competition is imoprtant to succeed.” Said uncle. Rashmi was not that interested in this conversation. Change the topic uncle.

“No uncle. We don’t have to compete. We are already complete. We just have to follow our passion. Not the passion and profession of others. If and only if our passion turns into our profession, It will help our nation. Life is simple uncle, complications are in our mind. Everyone is given a key to one’s passion, but we keep searching for doors of others’ passion. So the door to our own passion remains closed. Finding our passion is like finding a soul-mate and following it is like keeping her happy forever.” I said mentioning some quotes which I wrote few weeks earlier. I like topics on life and passion rather than education and degrees.

“Wow.. Yu.. That’s amazing.. I really liked this soul-mate and door-key part. Very well said. I am impressed. I am really feeling good now.” Said Rashmi who was feeling uneasy so far. Yes. Her looks are magic to me and my words are magic to her.

“Thank you so much Mi. By the way what do you do?” I asked her and expected ‘I love you, Yu’ in return from her side.

“I got married two years ago.”

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Link for ‘Yu and Mi (Part-1)’ – https://jackiejain.wordpress.com/2015/09/13/yu-and-mi-part-1/

Yu and Mi – (Part 1)

September 9th 2015:
Not only that day was special for me, but also the place. I have been to Mumbai many times before, but for the first time after my birth day, I was in my birth place, Mumbai on the day of my birthday, which was on 9th September. I had planned last month that I will start a series on my birthday, but recently some events took me back and kept me busy and involved in them. I am back to home from Mumbai. Though the reason for this trip to Mumbai was quite disturbing, but I think it was all written..

Yu and Mi
(Part-1)

** This is a work of fiction **
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It was the day when I realized that my heart doesn’t beat only for me.

“Can I come in madam?” I requested, standing outside of the class, to the teacher who was roaming in the class with her hawk eyes on each and every student.

“You are late.” she said with a loud voice.

“Madam, I can explain”, I said.

“Just because you can complete the exam paper in 2 hours, it doesn’t mean you can come late to the examination hall by an hour” she said indicating to the conversation which we had in earlier classes of her in which I had mentioned that I can complete my examination in 2 hours. Damn!
I was thinking what to say on this, when the teacher herself said “Come in”.
“Thank you mam”. I said with a half-hearted smile.

**After a few moments**

Sitting in a room where the temperature was trying to touch the double the hours in a day(48), I was trying to concentrate on the paper that lay in front of me. I tried my best to read the first question of AWP (Antennas and wave Propagation) paper, but my thoughts were completely occupied by the incident that took place in the morning. It felt like that the topics which I have prepared the previous day, were getting dried in my brain and were falling down along with sweat. I saw around the Examination hall, the students (murderers) were doing their best for what they are known for. Everyone was killing thousands of words and sentences, then burying them in 32 page graveyard. May the words rest in peace, I thought.

Then I slowly looked up for some inspiration to write something. But no use. I blamed electricity for this. Just like a helicopter doesn’t fly unless its wings are rotating in a circular motion on the top of it, in the same way students’ thoughts doesn’t fly unless the the three winged fan rotates in a circular motion. No power.

I looked outside of the room, which is on the 4th floor of the college. There were dozens of vehicles moving on the roads of the college. Instantly I felt more fearful. A body completely dipped in blood appeared in front of me. I saw the depth in his eyes which were calling for help. I closed my eyes. It kept haunting me. I don’t know what I wrote in this mid 1 paper. Somehow, I was confident (not completely though) that I will do better in Mid exam 2, as it’s the best of these two exams, mid 1 and mid 2, that counts in the main examination result. After few moments, teacher tapped on my bench showing her watch! I would have said “Wow! Fastrack, it’s a brand!”, if I was not disturbed. But I was disturbed, so I didn’t say anything. She took my paper.

I rushed out of the class, then went running down the stairs. I called for an auto and said “Apollo Hospitals”.

I stepped into the hospital, dozens of people were roaming here and there enquiring whereabouts of their relatives who were admitted in the hospital. I snaked through all of them and reached the help desk. “Mr. Karan Mehra”, I said to the Nurse in blue,  asking about his admitted room!
She checked her book and said 304, and asked me how is he related to me. I simply said “Uncle”.

I ran upstairs for the 3rd floor. Even though there were lifts, they were already crowded by a queue of people waiting to move to upper floors. I was trembling as I reached the room in which he was admitted. I can’t think beyond what happened this morning. As I went into the room, I was dumb struck.

A beautiful girl in parrot green salwar kameej was sitting near a man who was in his 40’s and laying down on bed and was dressed in blue. For an instant I forgot why I came here. Everything was blank. Time seemed as if it had stopped. My eyes felt as if they had found their portal to fall into. My heart felt as if it has found a permanent dweller. My brain felt as if it has found a person to whom it can allot all the neurons in the will. I was falling deeper, deeper and deeper into her eyes, even though they were not looking at me.
“Who are you?”, she asked me when she saw me coming inside.
I was about to say, you are the mother of thoughts that took birth in my brain within 9 seconds I first saw you. But then the man on the bed spoke,
“Hey, my son, Thank you so much. It’s because of you I am breathing today. God bless you son. I am glad that there is still humanity alive in this Kalyug. Come come sit. Rashmi beta, he is the boy who saved me today morning during the accident. He brought me to this hospital and called your mom in the morning to rush into the hospital.”

RASHMI

“But mom is in Delhi dad. She called me and told about this accident and the hospital where you are admitted.” She said feeling guilty even though there was no mistake from her side.

“Thank you uncle” I said and thought what to say next. “I am happy that you are safe and sound here”.
He felt glad. Even the girl. The portal came walking towards me and shaked her hand with mine. Seeing her eyes from such a small distance, I saw my reflection in her eyes. The image that appeared in her eyes was looking very happy. My eyes were working faster than my brain. My mouth was out of words. Her “Thank you” was echoing throughout my body.

“It was my responsibility to save the person who was crying for help, I am glad that he was your father”. I said with a constant smile. She smiled and nodded and then said “That’s so good of you”.

“Coffee?” I asked. There were thousands of words I could have said, but I don’t know how this word came out of my mouth. I am somewhat safer because we were at a sound distance from her father.
“Do you think I will come for coffee with you leaving my dad in this hospital?” She said almost with a shock.
“And why should I come for coffee with you? It doesn’t mean that if you saved my dad’s life, I should come for coffee with you”

She was stabbing, with my heart as the target.

I was disappointed, not with her, but with myself. I went near to the bed.
“Get well soon uncle. Wishing a quick recovery.” I said with a 100% forced smile.
I reached the door and was about to leave. But life had a different plan for me. Rashmi came near the door and said, “I can’t come for coffee, but we can meet here, in this hospital tomorrow.”
I was elated. I tried to suppress my happiness.
“But tell me one reason why should I meet you tomorrow?” she asked. “Don’t tell me that you saved my dad”.
It’s difficult to understand these complex femaletic creatures. I thought for a while on this. And then the creativity inside me came into picture.
“There is some part of you in me and some part of me in you.” I said with a smile.
“What? How come?” she said with a puzzled look.
“There is Yu in my name, Abhimanyu and Mi in your name, Rashmi.”

She was impressed I should say.
“Let’s meet tomorrow then” she said hiding her laughter.
I should have gone by now but my mouth works faster than my brain,
“To meet you tomorrow is like meeting you the next week.” I said this without the permission of my brain. I hoped that I haven’t spoiled this once again. I was eagerly waiting for her reply.

“Then let’s meet next week.”

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