Thursday, April 9, 2015

She Won't Reveal 48





          She Won’t Reveal (48)
                      Nidhu Bhusan Das


                Amal Bose’s back on the stage. He’s a TV journalist now. He’s undergone excruciating pain and been in melancholy for months after Nilu left him, notwithstanding the fact he harbours a grudge against Jerry and Nilu.He believes he can have his revenge against them, particularly Jerry, being in the media.Anu spotted him among the journalist to cover the media conference her papa called at Arunima this morning to announce the launching of the charity ANIRBAN.The name represents perpetuity as well as the pledge not to let those who’re in abject poverty and plagued with disease lose their light of life and help them be back to the process of healthy life.
             Two charities, one run by Dr. Anirban in Kolkata and the other by Anu at Amlarem were brought together as decided at a discussion on 30th March in the evening after they’re back from the house of Sujata’s parents who’re invited to visit Arunima the next day.Dr. Anirban introduced the topic of discussion.Meanwhile, he’d come to know from Sujata Anu left LIC.He wouldn’t embarrass Anu.As if unaware of the fact he said,” I mayn’t work hard any more, and my little Mom wouldn’t allow me to go beyond her prescription.So,I suggest Anu quit LIC.”The preemptive move of the papa relieved Anu beyond measure.
“I’m for my children and fulfill their desires,” Anu said promptly like a sensitive and sensible mother.
Sujata smiled and said,” My good buddy!”
“I’ve decided to launch a new charity amalgamating Anu’s and mine here,” Dr. Anirban disclosed.
“And Anu will be guiding force,” Anupama’s prompt.
“Sujata and her son Prof. Sanyal will run the show in the north-east,” suggested the doctor.
“Now you two friends decide on the structure of the organization,” Dr. Anupama said.
“No, you two decide, we’ll go by your decision,”Sujata’s overwhelmed and polite.
“You’re more aware than we about the needs of the marginalized and poor people and could be more active. You’re the right persons to decide,” said Dr. Anirban with emphasis on ‘You’.
Anu hesitated but Sujata came forward forthright and suggested,” Uncle’s the Chairman and auntie Co-Chairperson, Anu Secretary General. Now Anu, you suggest the other names and positions.”
“Okay, I suggest Sujata’s son be another Co-Chairman,”Anu said in her characteristic graciousness.
“No, my son and I may be joint-secretaries in charge of the north-east,”Sujata said in humility.
“But your son’s a senior man,” Dr.Arindam broke in.
“That’s no problem, uncle.My son’s obedient to me as you’re to Anu,” said Sujata with an impish smile.
“May we take Prafulla and Angshu on board?” Dr. Anupama suggested.
“We should. They’ll take charge of the Amlarem office at Anu’s bungalow,” Sujata’s practical. Everyone present agreed.
              In the hallroom below where Dr. Arindam runs his charity, gathered the journalists. The media’s keen about the doctor and his philanthropy. The conference’s well attended. The philanthropist sat between Dr.Anupama and Anu.Sujata’s beside Anu, all beaming faces. A written statement about the motto and structure of the charity’d been distributed among the attending media persons.Dr. Arindam addressed the gathering and spelt out the objectives and programmes to be taken up immediately besides the ongoing projects in Kolkata and Amlarem.
“Anu’s with the LIC, in the north-east?” asked a TV man.
“She quits to join the effort full time,”Dr.Arindam announced.
“Stays with you?”
“Nope, will co-ordinate and visit projects from time to time.
“It’s my grandchild being the brainchild of my parents,”Anu broke in smiling.
“What’s about your sadhana and….?”
“This is also sadhana, devoted service to the people in need,” she retorted.
“I mean your Tantra sadhana,” explained the media person.
“Don’t you think service to needy people’s sadhana?” Anu countered tactfully and smilingly. She understood Amal Bose might have poked the lady journalist and thus steered clear of the situation handing over the microphone to her papa.
          The media conference ended in a positive note. Fuming coffee and snacks packets were distributed. Soon after the media persons had left, Sujata took a call from Prafullada who informed,”Nilu and Jerry came visit .They said Anu not returned. I not believed. But Angshu unhappy. When Anu come?” Sujata shared the information with Anu and her parents. Dr. Arindam and Anupama suggested Sujata should go immediately to Amlarem to control the damage. Like an ace PR man, the doctor said,” They sought to create a crisis and Anu won’t be able to tackle the situation that might have evolved. You please manage the crisis. It’s important for us. Inform your son also. He might have better suggestion.”
Sujata understood and called her son,”Prafullada has just informed Nilu and Jerry are out to create mischief at Anu’s bungalow. They visited. Son, please tell how to defuse the situation.”
The cool-headed professor said,” No problem, Maa. I’m going. Before sunset I hope to reach. Everything will be okay, I hope. Don’t worry. How’re Anu auntie and her parents? And when’re you coming?”
“Well, you proceed. I’ll catch the morning flight tomorrow and join you at Amlarem late afternoon.”
Anu again turned pale. She thought how her indiscretion creates chains of problems,” I’m to blame papa,” she cried hurling herself onto the frail doctor.
“No Maa, it’s our fate. We’ll overcome. We’ve so nice people like Sujata Maa and her son with us. Mischief will run away. This is part of life, Beti.Such things happen. You cannot do good work without difficulties,” Dr. Anirban consoled Anu though diffidence overwhelmed him.(continued on 22 May 2015)





Thursday, April 2, 2015

She Won't Reveal 47





          She Won’t Reveal (47)
                      Nidhu Bhusan Das


            Monday.30th March 2015.A mild tempest lashed Kolkata  for about 20 minutes and rains continued till 10 a.m. That delayed the scheduled journey to the house of Sujata’s parents from Arunima.They’re ready to start early in the morning.Sujata confirmed by telephone to her mom they’re coming and would have lunch. They started soon after the rain had subsided but the journey was delayed by the trees that had fallen on the road at several points. They reached at 12.30 p.m. to the delight of the parents at the visit of their daughter after six months that too along with Anu and her parents whom they’d heard of a lot from Sujata but had never seen. The house turned agog with mirth. Parents of both the girls were so happy to meet fort he first time, though the couples had known about each other from their daughters since long. Their talk covered many topics other than that of the marriage of their marriageable daughters as they’re aware of the determination girls to remain maidens. Sujata went to the kitchen to instruct the cook while Anu kept herself in the busy reading a story on her iPad.The title’s They’re on Chat
“They are on chat – Rumi and Swarup. Rumi’s in Siliguri, West Bengal, India. Swarup  in New York, the USA. Far apart they are. Yet very near, intimate, with webcams connected. Rumi goes online after supper regularly at 11 p.m. This’s the mutually agreed time. I would give you the copy of one such conversation they had last night. You will find it interesting.
Rumi began thus: How are you? Swarup replied: Fine. What was the menu for supper? Rice, roti, fish curry and chili chicken. The chat continued for an hour. Think how many words they used, how many emotions they shared. Their interaction was like that of a couple in bed or lovers in an arbor. I was with Rumi that time, and was, therefore, privy to the exchange. I will not be able to publish for you the whole conversation. I shall reproduce only those portions which I am permitted to make public. And I shall be honest. Well, you may think why I was allowed to be with Rumi at night in her exclusive time. I’ll tell you in time. For now, I can tell Rumi is a nice girl. She’s excellent and adorable. Every peer around appreciates her beauty in physique, gait, talk and the smile she wears. Many are there eager to have her hand. It’s really difficult for her to negotiate her way through the crowd of adorers. But I can say she’s agile enough to wade through. Onlookers notice her while her eyes scan the air. Everybody thinks he’s won her tender heart, nobody knows her heart travels across the Atlantic every night.
You may be jealous that I know so much about her. Be it so. I volunteer to place before you the conversation for your perusal and understanding.
Swarup (hereinafter S): My God! A glutton, indeed. Take such heavy food at night!
Rumi (hereinafter R): Not in the least. I follow what the nutritionist advises.
S: Hang your nutritionist. It’s common knowledge we should avoid heavy food for healthy life. Forget that. What’s the message for me now?
R: For Godsake hold your tongue, and let me love.
S: Donne, metaphysical. Good. When shall we shed ‘meta’?
 R: Naughty boy! What had you for lunch?
S: It’s Thursday, baby. Didn’t I tell you I fast on the day?
R: O! Yes. I forgot.
S: You look nice. Had you been to the parlor?
 R: It’s bad. You don’t recognize I have natural beauty. ‘Phony’ is the word Americans cling to. I’d say you look nice and exuberant. Has there been anything special to make you exceptionally happy?
S: I saw you in dream last dawn. I dreamt we were together in bed looking eye to eye and enjoying the togetherness. I see you’re excited (the picture on the webcam shows her face reddened).
R: I have such dreams every night. Ridiculous! Fiction! Fools live in fiction. I am not a fool, am I?
S: No, dear. You are quite sensible. I hope I shall not live long in a fool’s paradise.
 R: When will you have your real paradise, tentatively at least?
 S: Soon, very soon – maybe, in a couple of months.
 R: You left after the honeymoon. Seems ages have glided by.
S: The waiting will end soon. How’s the weather out there?
R: I am wrapped in fur.
S: Okay then, go to bed, and under the blanket, clutching bolster.
R: Good night!’
Do you feel Rumi will be with anyone of you? I am sure we shall soon see her away. My mother is so sad she wouldn’t have her only daughter sent away to a continent across a huge landmass and an ocean.” But she’s eager.
     “This’s where love rests, renews and multiplies. Arup could well volunteer to marry me before he left for the USA,” Anu murmured, unaware that Sujata had been back to meanwhile.” Sujata put her hand on the buddy’s hair, stroked it and smiled into her eyes.Delinked from online friends, Anu’s developed reading e-fictions. She’s now an avid reader. Such a reading helps her review her past understands how Arup’s unable to have the courage and sincerity to be honest in love like a romantic hero. She dreamt of a paradise where she’d live with Arup for ever. The dream deflated leaving her in a desert where she still gropes for the  way to the oasis.( continued on 9 April 2015)