I don’t know anything regarding the scientific explanations behind the connection of 2 souls who were indistinct and unknown to each other so long, as they belonged to 2 corners of 2 districts in God’s own country, India. If I’m right, they had got connected by the mid of May, 2012 through widely extended cyber platform. It will be much clearer and better if I say ‘WordPress’! Yes, I know Manu. S. Kurup (Manu Chetan) as a great writer in this specific domain of blogger system. For me, what makes him different from other people belonging to this world wide writer’s community is his identity itself. Both of us are pakka Keralites who were born and brought up in this greenery filled spot located in South India. Hence I put some additional efforts for connecting with this young gentleman who is currently doing his PhD degree as well as a Communicative English tutor in one among the popular institute situated at Hyderabad, India.
When the days and months passed in the natural flow of time, we got connected much closer through Facebook, other than nominal enact which was existed in between us. So, we finally decided to meet here in Kochi on this month, when a hidden spirit played a MINOR role in the generation of thought like this in both of us. 😀 I’m residing at almost 140 kms away from his place of residence, but still we didn’t give any proper justification regarding this distance limit during our talks. 😀
16th March 2013:
As we already had planned before, I was waiting for his arrival at Kaloor Private Bus Stand by 09:30 in the morning. I got a call from him when I was standing there at around 9:45 am and he inquired me about the exact spot where he has to come, cause of the main reason that the location where I was standing isn’t so aware of him. I explained about it and waited there for a while again. When I was crossing the footpath, saw a guy passing by in front of me on his two-wheeler who wears a cool glass and nicely suited outfits with a bag on this back. With a much awaited action, I caught him at that moment itself by making a call and stand right in front of him. I was a bit confused about the attitude and character of this fellow! He is a tutor, who have been taking classes for gals and boys of my age you know? (I don’t think any elaborated description is required for this gentleman’s personality! You will find it out yourselves ‘DOWN’ in this post)
We felt bit unsecured in parking the bike on a nearby road, where a possibility of robbery is there. Hence we decided to go to Lulu International Mall, which is recently opened here in Kochi so that safe parking options are available there and go to Fort-Kochi via bus or boat service after visiting Lulu Mall. I sat on the back of his and he drove the bike to Lulu Mall which needs at most 15 minutes from color including traffic blocks, which is a common visual treat for every Kochite in his regular on road travelling schedules.
The first query which he asked me when we were on the way was “How are you, Rahul?” 😀
Me: “I’m fine, Cheta.” (Thank God! He gave a nice start for our conversation. :P)
Manu: Don’t you have class today?
Me: Yeah! I’m having one hour special class which is not so special for me in comparing with the Kochi Muziris Biennale and our meeting. (At that instant, I forgot the crooked fact that he is a teacher!) 😀
But he just smiled after hearing me back and I explained him about the traffic related issues, temperature at Kochi and Edappally Church which we saw when we were on our way to Lulu Mall.
We reached Lulu Mall within 15 minutes of the ride and parked Manu Chetan’s bike in the space provided by authorities for parking. Later, we entered in to India’s Largest Mall which might become a very new experience for us in the world of shopping fully filled with International brands. While talking with him, I found out some similar thoughts we have kept in our insights. It’s a special note to mention here that, both of us are loving to lead a normal life rather than these deceptive busy cum modernized life by people these days in our technical oriented century. We simply walked all around the 3,900,000 sq ft of that building, but most the shops were closed and many of them were yet to be open after the inauguration.
While walking through the upper floor, the Lulu Department store suddenly came to our attention. It’s a multi-class big budget electronics and bookstore where you could find out what you actually need. Anyway, we got attracted to the smiling fellows who are kept in the stands provided with their genre at the top. Menu Chetan mopes me and shared his experiences when he was in Hyderabad doing an MA in late 2006. I giggled and smiled after hearing this fun talk whenever he provoked me to do so. 😀 He suggested me some readable books to read as well. After taking a few of the Malayalam stuffs, spend little more time there for checking and comparing the price rate of gadgets with the online and local stores, we found it amusing that the mobile gadgets have a very notable discounted price here. In comparing with the other malls in Kochi, I have felt that the cash payment system is too fast here. It took only 2 or 3 minutes for the cash to be payed for the books Manu Chetan had purchased. Then we moved to the topmost floor from taking food or at least a cup of coffee together, which I wouldn’t usually prefer while visiting malls. Perhaps, it might be all because of those junked stuffs price and the quantity of food they will serve for 100’s of bucks we would spend on it. This is the reason, why I personally prefer easily available and nearly surrounded street food shops in Kerala.
We sat in 2 chairs facing each other, which was one among the facility provided in a food court at the topmost floor. Even though, an order for 2 coffees was given, the shop wasn’t open and we thought of spending some additional time there with kinda talk outs. It was ‘me’ who started fluttering about all these shops from an extreme end and Manu Chetan somehow managed to hear me in a wholehearted way (I guess so). 😉 He kept his bag from shoulder to the table in front of us and took one of the book he had bought from the store. “Rahul, do you have a pen in hand?”, he asked me. I took the pen in my bag and give it to him. He started scribbling on the front page of the Malayalam translated version of ‘Motor Cycle Diaries’ by Che Guevara. I simply looked at his secret job in between and felt so excited while watching it.
“Thank you so much, Cheta”, I conveyed my esteemed note while receiving that valuable gift from him. He accepted it with a gentle smile and payed back an inescapable shake hand which was a must one (might be a formality though) in that instant. We talked about our families, sibling, current affairs in Kochi and Aleppey and all for some time, sitting in the same located comfortable position.
It was almost around 11:30 am, we left from the Mall and decided to go Kerala’s first Biennale conducted at Fort Kochi, India for this season 2012-2013. Even though, he mentioned me to go there with his two-wheeler via road, it was me who have had compelled to reach the Biennale spot by hiring a bus from Edappally-High Court, taking Kochi’s special cool cum fervid drink ‘Kulukki Sarbath’ from Shajikka’s shop out there, travel via water transport from Ernakulam Jetty-Fort Kochi, which I felt as a most recommended option for us to save our time as well as money.
“I saw the high handed discomfort of a gentleman who had been getting frequent calls from his lover while we were on the way. It was during that moment, I realized the grave fact which reflected the flaky thought of admitting a stranger to him by a guy, who is in ‘relationship’. I guess, have had given him max freedom from my side to keep my eyes away when he was talking with his sweet heart!” 😛 😉
We started our journey finally to Fort-Kochi after sipping a glass of ‘Kulukki’ through the Marine Drive walk way. Marine drive is one among the famous spot avail in Kochi for a perfect relaxation from regular work related stresses and tensions for every Kochite, all because of the greenery filled palpable atmosphere present there. You might not believe that, a place like this is situated in the center of an urban city like Kochi.
I felt the discomfort in walking for this guy from his face, when we have almost covered 5 minutes of our exemplary ‘NATARAJ’ journey. But he wasn’t able to continue it after that and we sat on the wooden chairs provided at the side of the walkway for a while. After 10 minutes of rest, we began the journey again.
16th March 2013/ 12:45 pm at the Ernakulam Boat Jetty:
If there was a sudden unexpected event happened in our journey, I think this was it. We had lost around half an hour of our valuable time for getting our journey tickets to Fort-Kochi via boat service. The long standing queue including people all around the world were simply looking here and there and waited all this time with a hope to get their tickets soon from the conductor who was busy in counting the tickets for the next trip to our common destination. I told Manu Chetan to sit in the arena waiting for travelers and myself stand at the back end of the queue to move on.
I felt so ashamed for losing our time and didn’t agree with the plan of going to Fort Kochi on his two wheeler. But still, he smiled at me whenever I looked him for giving a nice ‘POST’ out there. We got the tickets later after waiting there for half an hour and hired our boat for travelling to the Biennale’s spot in our God’s Own Country.
What we did at first after reaching the destination was, searching an apt shop for filling our empty treated stomachs. We moved to the beach side of Fort Kochi after arriving at the other extreme end of Boat Jetty and found out a bar cum restaurant, ‘Seagull’.
For me, this was the greatest memorable thread during this journey. We became much closer to each other and started speaking about our blog related activities, blog mates and all.
“Rahul, we have a group named ‘Ambiguous Words’ in Facebook, huh? It was a great thought came from you in making a specific space for us there” (smiled in b/w)
“Oh! Really? Thank you so much, Cheta!”, I replied him back with an even smile.
“I have been thinking of making an online magazine which includes stories, photography, prose, poetry, travelogue…(much more) by the members in our group. How will it be if we have made a project of that class?”
I was like, hearing a resplendent idea from someone sitting right in front of me. Without having a sapient look at it, I agreed with that truly wise idea with a great pleasure.
We had spent more than 1 hour at ‘Seagull’ and went out to complete our final target in the bucket-list of our journey. There is nothing much in detail to mention about Biennale I guess. Hope you all could understand it well from the pics below. For the detailed description about it, please do check their official web link: Kochi-Muziris Biennale 2012-2013
We left out from there at around 05:10 pm because of the lacking of time after watching the major venues of the Biennale, ‘ Aspin Wall House’ and ‘Pepper House’ and the short installation presented at the Fort Kochi Beach. Both of we were so tired and hence we decided to leave back to the city through AC bus service starting from there.
Reached finally at the point from where we started (Lulu Mall) the journey to take Manu Chetan’s bike in the uncontrolled traffic time in Kochi (06:15 pm). Took his bike from the space we had parked and went to a shop nearby to take kinda cool drink. It was then, I noticed the fact that he will be leaving to Cherthala to meet his friend and have his stay there with his schoolmate tonight. The sort of sadness arose in my mind, that the day with my first blogging friend is going to end soon. But still, I tried my level best to control myself. LOL. 😀 It was such a delightful time I have had after a long time. For me, he is not just a friend or lecturer now. I have already created a sturdy bond with this guy within 7 or 8 hours of time we had spent together. Tutors must be pro-faced from my views, not with friends, but with his students. The contrast which can be specified here about it is, “I’m a guy of his student’s ages, who has been having all those naughtiness in a hand similar to them.”
Started his bike, *SHAKE HANDS* with a promise that he will definitely meet me whenever he come to Kerala and invited me to come to his place on December, so that he will be available there. 🙂
PS: If this is what we termed as creation of new relationships, I really did enjoy it. We proudly welcome you all to the next version of Biennale in December, 2014 in the same location and spread our strength of unity we have been uplifted via our blogging family. Come on, Folks. Feel free to tell us if you any plans like that. We’ll be here to guide and help you. 🙂
“I don’t know what actually I’m going to tell! This is something which I can’t stop thinking about for the last 2 weeks and one among the worst situations I had ever faced. Moments with hysterical thoughts are kicking me!”
He was fully OUT with vagary mind of visuals and conclusions in approaching his gal-friend (even-though he didn’t spoke to her yet), but dreaming about ANYTHING is always a retinue to achieve SOMETHING NEW.
“Hurrah…..! The one and only way through which I could approach her is the “Classic-Romantic” letter writing itself. But this is 21st century with highly extended mobile technology you know? A pakka TECHNOLOGY included LOVE-AGE for guys or gals of my age! Or else will it be something WEIRD that I’m going to do? I couldn’t ask her mobile number since we didn’t have a mutual-contact yet. What about the vehement serving FACEBOOK? I couldn’t find any gal with that name in the world-renowned social-network! What’s this Mr. Mark Zuckerberg? What would be the reason behind her disappearance on your wide sedulous network? So the most apt choice I could make her know about my crush will be this letter writing bludgeon only.”
Hence he decided to go for the old “SYSTEMIC WAY” of proposing a gal!
Dear UNKNOWN GAL,
I’m a guy, who is deeply in love with you for the past 2 weeks! I’m bit shy in revealing my name, since I’m having much FEAR regarding your response. I wish this isn’t a CRUSH or INFATUATION from a TEENAGE guy to an ABOVE-AVERAGE looking gal of the same age. The look on your eyes sometimes betrays my other actions and I don’t want to spear my frisky time and wait forever like a mad guy either. I’m just intensively shy around you. The desire I have on you is so avid though! You are the only person responsible for this and must have a deeply extended thought for an apt decision. I never want to push your boundaries or flaccidly focusing at you, but I don’t need to let the silence take us both away from this feeling. How could not I love you? You had already engraved into my heart! You are the freckle of my palm! I will be always there to love and care you, sweet heart. I couldn’t control myself, whenever you are in-front of me.
“When two souls, which have sought each other for, however long in the throng, have finally found each other …a union, fiery and pure as they themselves are… begins on earth and continues forever in heaven.”
This union is love, “true love”… a religion, which deifies the loved one, whose life comes from devotion and passion, and for which the greatest sacrifices are the sweetest delights.This is the love, which you inspire in me… Your soul is made to love with the purity and passion of angels; but perhaps it can only love another angel, in which case I must tremble with apprehension. This is too WEIRD and I’m highly INSANE about you, so that I could not even think about a life without out you, dear. Hence I kindly REQUEST you to grant me the PERMISSION for a LIFE-LONG entry into your sacred HEART forever. 😀 🙂
So the letter is ready and he handled it to her on the next day, when she was on her way back to home from the college! With an agile face, she said that dormant fact and gave back the letter to him. He felt, something strange had happened within that short-span of time and the occurrence of HELL-DOOR’s way aside him.
To be continued……….!
A day especially meant for friends? Why such a special day adopts for them? Friendship is such a deep-rooted relationship where the heart to heart feelings and moments is something strange and unique, which can’t be comparable with a parents-son/daughter or sister-brother relationships. Being having a close friend apart from the above mentioned relationships could be similar to have a xerox copy of yourself on this revolving world. Anyways, I’m lucky enough to have a world of dear and near one’s; where I could share whatever a human-being can reveal out to himself, whether it’s highly official or personal. I value this special day as for a frisky remembrance of my dear one’s, who always supports and cares me so much. My heartily friendship day wishes to all the lovely blooms in WP family. ❤ 🙂
‘Why…?’ is a question that should be asked to yourself more than to others, when it comes to relationships. Actually, being from single to a relationship will always favor such kind of questions in between the partners I guess. It will be “She“, who has much more thoughts about the other in comparing with “him” though. Why does he behave so to me, why not to the other, why he seems to escape from me and such questions have more stronger answers within yourself than in him. I feel that in certain relationships one suffocates the other and derives the pleasure of possessing. Possessing in the sense, he should by mine ONLY! And if the other tries to free up, there will be more strangling with so many “Why’s“. Sometimes we don’t try to imagine the least about the hell that the other might be going through, when still you got the replies in between. When you should be happy with those responses that you had got, you tend to complain about what you hadn’t?? LOL. 😀 😛 . You question about why he is on Facebook or any other social circle , when she ‘is supposed’ to keep responding to you. Why? Ask yourself. And then your next question would be ‘why he doesn’t tell his problems to me?? :P. This question too is a kind of asserting, that I should know everything about you. It is the other who should choose, the other who has to give response with full heart, the other who has to hear your complaints while he struggles to get to you once he feels at least a bit mentally free.
“Love and friendship isn’t about suffocation, but about setting free and seeing her happiness and gratitude in her freedom in space. That’s all for now from me, this other ‘he’… “
Now, let me tell you about the Insights I own about this ‘Whys’ in between partners! :). I’m gonna name these two partners or lovers as ‘needy‘ and ‘deserved‘! 😀 . The two terms ‘needy’ and ‘deserved’ have so much in common and so much in contrast between each other. As we search for word meaning of these two terms, ‘needy’ is “wanting or needing affection, attention, or reassurance, especially to an excessive degree” while the ‘deserved’ is “to be worthy of the merit“. ‘Needy’ is all about the cries while ‘deserved’ is more about ‘merit in silence‘. In life, when it comes to relationships, the main fault that we commit is the known/unknown ignorance in the proper application of the terms. We just confuse, scramble and get twisted. Just think, you call or message the ‘needy’ ones mostly, when the ‘deserved’ waits for you without demanding. Sometimes you even go for wrong options when you have to pay for a lifetime. For a light example, there will be a lot of love proposals for a girl, when the majority will be needy and a very small minority will be the deserved ones. But what happens the most is opting for the needy, while the deserved walks back. The needy will always cry, demand and seek attention, while the deserved waits. Have a careful selection between them in each of your steps in life. Practice it so well, so that it becomes an unconscious act of yourself. Most importantly, try to be not a ‘needy’, but a ‘deserved’ creature for yourself and for others.
“There are dimensions for these two terms and the applicability. Try thinking and challenge your thoughts! The terms are actually needy and deserved, in all ways! ;).”
Her mobile beeps with a text message finally in the evening. She took her phone and opened the message from him. “Hey,being frank!May I ask you a query please? Why can’t we be just friends? It would be much better know??” She didn’t replied pseud thought at that intant. But she revealed that finally via a social media network as inbox. “I’m Confused”!! That’s what he gets as a response from her!
Later on, one day his mobile rings!!! It was her, who is supposed to be his best friend. He picks up the call despite the noise around. Since night calling is strictly prohibited at his home by parents, he went out to have a talk with her. “Why did you call me?”, he asked her numb fully. She gets shocked and searched for an answer, but couldn’t find a word! Even she lost start up of a conversation, “Hello….”. “How can I tell you that i missed you….”, she told to herself. “I’ll call you back”, that’s what he replied at that instant. She felt that someone slaps her with those words of fire! Call dropped…(Teeee teeee teeee. . .beeps….) “Oh my gosh! This time too….”, she thought…!
Within days, she had tried to get used to be with such sort of changes. “His behaviour changed a lot like an interloper”, she thought. She thinks about the past that, she had with him. She wish to hear a company minded expressions from him during their talks as before. May be it is not the sound that he has changed , it’s just the familiarity that had faded off. Relationship was so sweet between them. When that sweetness starts to fade, the voice sounded more and more rough. He was becoming an unfamiliar person to her. What the hell is going on between them?
She takes her saved messages and inbox folder on her phone. With much awaited automatic act, she scrolls it for seeking something. His name gets filled in those folders as messages. Again scrolls down and starts reading from the most updated date when he texted her. She smiles in between, sometimes it gets on to a more soft laugh, her eyes blooms with curiosity for the next, since she is reading it for the first time. As she proceeds, her finger tips get a bit slow, sometimes it refuses to click back and sometimes her finger tip show the pain of some words in it….or memories alive on her mind…
“Are you busy out there? Why no contacts or messages on last days? I miss you…”-Reading this, she smiled at herself. But there was a bit of tears glow in her eyes.
She scrolls the folder up again. She loves seeing his name filling up her small screen. It was as if he was filling up the small space that she owned. Reach the first message in the front, she takes the message details, and the date displays as ‘April 22’.She looks up the calendar that was hanging on the wall. It’s May 9th!!She calculated with her fingers….16 days…that seemed to be so many months for her. She leans her head to right side wall with the gadget on her hand. Her face looks very emotional and her eyes display visual gets reflected in the dark sphere in the centre. As soon the expressions get drowned in ripples that reflected in her eyes. Immediately, she deletes the inbox as well as saved messages folder in her mobile. She has a vacant mind right now. She tries hard not to cry. She switches off her mobile, keeps it on the table besides. The waving curtains slides over her face which hangs by her door. Those waves were memories that were flowing out and in her.
There was a time when he used to find her in each part of the day. He couldn’t resist calling her everytime he found a gap. It was as if in an unconscious way that he used call her during night time. Night calling means, minimum call duration of 40 minutes/day. But it’s just a matter of fact that an insolent incident happens once and night calling restricts for him by his parents later.
Now the messages, the excuses and their rare conversations are filled up with statements about how busy he is. She remains silent to what hurts her in real. She decides not to continue it any more. She hears a penetrating voice from herself-
“The passion should be mutual. His passion is ended. Otherwise one would be the fooled and other would be cared. That wouldn’t happen”
She thinks that it is only him who does all that to her. She hasn’t given such a space for anyone to play on her. It was his entire privileged kingdom. She has to withdraw from what she herself has tied to. She thinks of even deleting his number from her gadget. But her lips is well aware about his numbers without any confusion. She is well aware about the depth of her feeling for him and that no deletions can easily change it. But she can’t resist it, since she is bound to do it.
She speaks too much to him as if there in front…loud…in high volume. Her voice creeps up, she shouts, she scolds and blames him, she reveals many things….
She cries with full surety that she was alone in that space, covers her wet face with both hands and still thinking why he is avoiding me???? After that emotional eruption, she takes her blanket… She chooses silence and darkness…
“Silence is a girl’s loudest cry, because it’s only when she hurt too extremely that she opts for it”
But it’s a matter of fact that your buddy boy still loves you…! 🙂 🙂