By K P PASWAN .
(TRUE STORY)
THE GRAND FINALE, MIRROR CRACKED.
The French President awoke and heard that French Jumbo Jet with nearly 200 hundred passengers on board, crashed into the Atlantic in a stormy weather. He dialed certain numbers and became sick. It was the saddest air disaster in human history. A newly wed Indian bride, with lot of post wedding materials purchased in US, was traveling with her parents in the same plane. Every possible investigation was made, after spending a lot of money, by her husband's family, to know, if possible, the last hour of her life. The answer came easily, by a telephonic conversation of the dead girl, with her brother and husband, the conversation was recorded by sheer chance, as the ultramodern mobiles were in the possession of her brother and husband.
REVELATIONS.
As per conversation, she was telling her brother, "I have a small mirror in my hand and after finishing you, I am going to talk to my, in laws and inform them that I, am going to Paris, since he is in France." After talking to her in laws, she dialed her husband and was telling him, "I have purchased many extraordinary things for you, be present at airport"
But the conversation never completed. The giant airplane crashed into the Atlantic, the Mirror Cracked and the charming girl touched her destiny. She was married for only five months and was just 22 years old. This apocalyptic end and Armageddon were aired throughout the world.
SHADOW OF ATLANTIC. (One year later) It was exactly the same date, on which the plane crashed. Three sturdy SUV, and four cars were, wheeling in the shadow of the fierce Atlantic, towards a particular location. The occupants of the three SUV and cars were family members of the Dalit officer, his friends and the girl’s relatives, and were escorted by two Armed men. There was also a world-famous Nobel Laureate in physics from US, in the last SUV, the reasons of his presence are beyond the scope of this true story. After two hours of journey, the SUV finally reached the destination. A learned south Indian Brahmin accompanied us. In a less crowded place, Hindu system of ritual was performed. There were other mourners, a Christian Father was conducting special services for others at a particular location. We made our arrangements with the help of tourist agency and the embassy staffs.
After last rites were performed, the Brahmin priest put rice and flowers in a bucket, made of paper and asked all of us to touch the bucket, we followed his advice.
Than Nobel Laureate, told the priest to recite verses from an Upanishads "O NIYNTA, we offer you, our sufferings, happiness, and desires, accept our offerings and free the girl from the cycle of death and birth". Then we threw the bucket into the Atlantic, the Dalit officer requested his family members to spare few minutes for him. The elder brother of the boy, instructed, all the persons, present at the place, never lose the boy, out of your sight. Gunmen started patting their pants with service revolver violently and others occupied places, at a distance of five meters, and surrounded me.
DENSE FOG.I saw the terrific roar of the Atlantic. I was frightened. I closed my eyes, and as if in a dream, I saw dense fog, emerging from the roaring ocean and after few seconds, in wedding attire, emerged a girl, looking at me, the bride addressed me, "I cannot see you frightened". I told her, I am frightened as you are not with me, I am frightened, because, I will never be able to meet your twin brother, I am frightened of myself, no other girl would replace you, so you promise, to not leave me, and I started weeping. I heard, the bride was telling, ‘I cannot tolerate your weeping, I make promise, to never leave you.' I will love you and continue to love till final conflict and the bride disappeared’.
I
opened my eyes and found tears rolling down my cheeks, I shouted, don’t go and
help me, my friends ran towards me, and one of them embraced tightly and told
me, nothing was over. Embracing me tightly, he started weeping. The Christian priest from nearby place, came running and started
conducting prayer, But the Nobel Laureate told the gathering,
let them weep, it will ease their tension We started walking towards SUV. While
sitting in the SUV, I once again, and last time, saw the roaring ocean. A
uniformed man from the tourist agency approached us with great speed, and
handed a special condolence message by the PM of France.
Bride's LIVING ROOM. I received an envelope from the courier, and entered a living room, I knew the content of the letter. I sat in a chair and had a look at four sides of the room. A black and white photo of the crown prince of Japan, was decorating the wall of one side. The former Emperor, as a young prince, visited Bodhgaya, and my grandfather took a photo from old camera. The Emperor recently abdicated in favor of his son, in another wall, the photographs of my parent and grandparents, were hanging. These photos were lying in the drawing room, but brought in this room after the death of the bride.
I then turned my head to a large, color photograph of a smiling bride. I opened the letter and found a slip of one sentence ‘This day------ was a day of wedding of my sister with you’. From Manish Raj Singh.M.R.C.P. The letter was written before the death of the doctor. There was also an e mail from a Nobel Laureate "Son I share your agony “This room was filled with pre and post wedding materials of the dead bride.There were not less than six large Albums of color photographs. At the time of marriage, I instructed my batch mates (Total 18 in numbers) not to bring gifts, but they defied and attended the ceremony with lavish and precious gifts These gifts are neatly placed in this room. Expensive cloths and gifts are kept properly. In this very room, I spent nearly three and half months along with the bride. Those moments are everlasting .
VISITING PAST. Now, it is time to visit my past to know this tragic story. I belong to North India. I was doing course of management in a famous Management School, situated at a distance of nine hundred kms from my home city. I belong to an economically well off, but not a rich Dalit family. My brother rented, a self-contained one room flat for me in a colony, which was inhabited by educated and rich.I did not opt for staying in hostel, which was under renovation.
In the colony, there was an educated and very rich Thakur family His house was at a distance of nearly half kilometer from my flat. He was managing director of a reputed Pharma Company and lived in a sprawling house with his wife and children.
One day I was passing through that house to reach the bus stand, when I saw a tall and beautiful girl, mercilessly beating a boy of her age with a club, there was also a handsome boy, who was inciting the girl to beat hard. In the evening I narrated the incident to my landlord, who informed, that the girl and boy were twin son and daughter of the Chairman, the boy was studying in a famous military college for medicine and the girl was doing her graduation in a local college, I was informed that the twins had their primary education in London, that the girl had beaten so many boys in the past. I was warned by the landlord, to not pass through that way, while going to board the bus. Needless to say, I changed the route to the bus stand, but unpredictable features started playing a different type of games.
One evening, when I was returning to my flat, I saw huge gathering before the Thakur's house. I came to know, that there was a serious accident, the twins and their mother and twin's elder sister were likely to die, as they needed a rare type of blood, which was not available, and would be coming next day from another city. I ran towards the house, and presented myself to Chairman and told him, Sir. I, have that type of blood, but I am a DALIT. He yelled and called doctors, I donated my blood and three precious lives were saved.
For me it was a period of vacation and was preparing for going to my home, the chairman called me and offered money, I lost my anger and politely told him. that I was not a professional blood donor, and I do not need money and any type of help, and in the same evening left for my home.
I returned after one month to find that peace and tranquillity prevailed in the colony. It was Saturday afternoon. I had covered nearly 1000 kms journey by train and was tired. My landlord, faithfully informed the Chairman sir of my arrival. After one hour, driver of the Chairman's family arrived and requested me to meet the Chairman, I told him that I would meet him tomorrow at 10 am, as I am tired. .
Next day before meeting the Thakur, I sought safety of my life. They were astonished. The elder daughter asked reasons for seeking safety of my life. I was honest in saying that I was afraid of Cast Hindu. She advised me to shed inferiority complex, she gave me her telephone number and informed me, that her injury in the accident was more severe and she was saved due to blood transfusion in time.I noticed that the twins were missing.
After two hours, I was in my room. I concluded that I was not safe in this locality. I contacted my Dean and requested for a room in another Govt hostel. His assurances emboldened me, and within one week, I left this colony silently and secretly.
It was a pleasant evening, when I received a call from a friend, who congratulated me for securing 42nd position in the examination, while he himself secured 10th position. I immediately rang my elder brother, who is in State Civil Service. He congratulated me, on my success and then informed that he, in consultation with other members of the family, fixed my marriage with the girl belonging to the Thakur family and put the receiver, without giving me time to speak.
DEATH OF Dr MANNISH. I was in Texas in US, when I received urgent message from the Chairman of a private hospital in India, that a Dr Manish M.R.C.P was hospitalized, was in danger, and he is asking for my presence. The doctor was the twin brother of the dead bride. I was going to face dead girl's twin brother after eight years. I had difficulty in reaching the destination due to strict Covid restrictions. With the help of local officers, I was guided to a private ward of a hospital, in which a man on death bed was waiting for me.
The man on the death bed, never reconciled to the tragic death of his twin sister and my agony. After tragic event, the man received specialized treatment in London, where he was doing M.R.C.P. I again donated my blood to save his life, the famous neurologist of Britain (Now with Sir) warned me, not to meet the patient for the rest of life, as sudden meeting might be fatal to him. The doctor never married. I also left the service and joined financial institution in US, so I was surprised that my Thakur relative wanted to meet me. A severe heart attack, put him on life saving support, and a doctor of international repute, tried his best to save the man from going into circular coma, and he succeeded to some extent, until I arrived, the doctor recognized me, smiled and tried to touch my hand. He died after midnight.
In the electric crematorium I along with a large number of relatives of the doctor, performed the last rites. I had alerted my former colleagues. A few of them were present there to see the most tragic event. One of my well-wishers, Mr Sharma came from New Delhi and forced his way to crematorium. Then I saw three uniformed young police officials, all in masks, making query of the late doctor. They were undergoing training for I.P.S and assisted me in performing religious rituals
As per last wishes of the doctor, a brass pot, filled with his mortal remains, was handed over to me. In the next anniversary of the plane crash, I have to immerse the mortal remains in the Atlantic, exactly at the same place, where the plane downed. Tourists agencies are operating middle-sized vessels and large cruises covering, the Atlantic and the Pacific. There is no mystery about the so-called Bermuda triangle, mystery if any is related to climate catastrophe.
PRESENT DAY. While I was sitting in the bride’s room. A car stopped outside of the house, within ten minutes, I heard heavy footsteps, a young man of 23 years in uniform with I.P.S badge jumped nearly half ft above the ground and saluted me, he was accompanied by his mother, who was my elder sister in law. She stood in front of the photograph of the girl. She told the uniformed officer “I picked this girl for your uncle, she was of my choice, but she is no more, her twin brother is also dead and now your uncle is alone in this world’. She addressed the girl in the photo frame 'You are going to be proud mother in law of this boy in a few years, hearing this, my nephew shouted, It will be a simple marriage, since in absence of aunt, I won’t prefer grand marriage, and my uncle is not alone. My sister in law started weeping. When the girl died, my sister in law, who is like mother to me, kept on crying and was hospitalized.
Now our family is scattered all over India, in
search of better employment. They were all borne and brought up in this large house.
This house is named after the girl.
ETERNAL LOVE. The Doctor’s elder sister has a son, Lieutenant in the army, when he was going to marry, we were invited, I was away and sent congratulatory message, she became very angry, and after three months of marriage, she along with her Lieutenant son and his newly wed bride came to my house (She informed us in advance) and demanded an explanation for not attending the wedding. She told family members “you think that you people are outcasts, but we think you are members of our extended family. She has a PhD from Edinburgh and now Head of the department of psychology. She makes it a point to visit my house once or twice in a year. She along with other ladies of my family assemble in the girl’s room and weep for long time. It appears, she is also living for her dead brother,sister and for me.
This is the love and obsession for brother, sister and their Dalit relative. It was an undefined game, in which everybody lost, the twin lost their lives and I lost both of them. In fact, I lost everything.
Several times I along with my friends, crossed though the Atlantic in large Cruise and sometimes in ordinary vessels and actually saw the place, where the French Airplane crashed into the ocean, there was no fog, and the girl did appear in my dream. She talked of FINAL CONFLICT. What a tragedy? there shall be nobody to write something about the final conflict. But then who knows?
In this very room, my all the brothers (Two technocrats and one Civil Servant) assembled and told me, “Junior, your bride is not resting at the bottom of the Atlantic, she is resting in ours heart".
A girl like Mrs Manisha Raj Singh Rawal does not die,endures forever.
N, B Every words and incidents are true from the beginning and there is no exaggeration. Name of the city is withheld, but the city is certainly not Delhi, Mumbai, Kolkata and Madras.
