Tuesday, 25 February 2014

A Drowned Relationship

Little Amara sat on the pebbles by the Beas, watching the ferocious river tear its way through the landscape, down the slope to the valley below. It was quite a sight for a six year old and she was enjoying it to the fullest by sitting right next to the edge and was quite brave to do so as the slightest of slips would mean her getting taken by the river, taken to a point of  no return. Even though her parents were a bit worried they knew that she would not listen in any case, she was a wild spirit who could not be tamed. She was a reckless girl but not a careless one. Reckless because she had no fear of what would happen to her, she just wanted to live to the fullest. She once climbed quite high a Neem tree next to her house in Delhi just to see what the view was like with no regards to her age or the danger of falling down.
   Right next to her on the banks sat her little brother Viraj who was half her age. He adored his sister, and those two were inseparable. Amara felt very protective of her little brother and was very emotionally attached to him. She used to spend the entire day in his company and never really let him out of sight and since joining school she runs to him as soon as she gets back. They did everything that kids do at that age, much of which was watching cartoons together for long. As their parents saw them play with each other a smile came upon them, this was their first vacation as a complete family and they could see it being a success.
  It was almost dark and time for them to return to their hotel, they told the children that they would be leaving in five minutes and they seemed to be ignorant of this. They were lost in each other. The sun had set and it left in its tail an orange haze in the sky, the lush green hills had a much darker shade to them now. The orange of the sky was reflected in the river in a somewhat ruffled way due to the speed of the water. One could see many flocks of birds returning home against the backdrop of the sound of the water. It was an alluring setting that nature offered. Yet the two siblings were splashing water on each other and fighting playfully paying no heed to their parents or the scenery, for them ignorance was truly bliss.
 It was time to leave, the mother started walking towards the car to put in sheet they had been sitting on to avoid getting muck on their clothes. Amara got up and said “first to the car gets to sit in front” and as that meant quite a bit, Viraj got up in haste and then, disaster struck. As he was getting up, he stepped on a loose rock and tripped and within seconds he was carried away by the sheer velocity of the current. As Amara looked on in shock, too taken aback to even scream, their father wasted no time and jumped in after his son as if something was not done Viraj would surely collide against a boulder which would be his demise. Their mother came running right to the edge and screeched for help, Amara soon followed, but there was no one around and even if there was it was too late anyways as the father and son were already out of sight.
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  Three hours after the incident a rescue team was searching for the two missing men downstream. They found no luck for atleast 5 hours after which the mother and daughter were advised to go back to their hotel. There was stunned silence on both the faces. The mother knew that 8 hours in that current and it would be practical to assume the worst as it would take more than a miracle to avoid those rocks and still be breathing and as for Amara, she was drowned in guilt and in her mind she was responsible for the possible death of both her father and brother and that was a harsh burden to bear, especially for a six year old, a burden she would bear for years to come.  
  A day later as they were in their room and their hopes hung on a thin thread, the news was delivered. Amara was lying mute on the bed, her body had no more tears to shed and their mother had not even shed a tear as she was in shock. They heard a knock on the door, and almost mechanically without any emotion Amara got up to open the door, she was too scared to hope, to even think that it could be good news. Her fear was well placed, as the person brought tragic news with him. “Ma’am there can be no good way to put this, so I will come to the point. We have found the body of Mr. Chopra. He passed away due to his head smashing against a boulder and subsequent drowning; we need you to come to the police station to claim the body. I am so sorry for your loss. The body of your son could not be found and I would say it is time to assume the worst. I am sorry again.”  With that pile driving news the man went on his way, leaving Amara motionless and the Mother had the same blank expression as though she had not yet heard the news.
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      As Amara entered the house from the market she saw her mother had already come home from work and rushed to the kitchen to get her some water. Her mother seeing this let out a smile thinking to herself how much her daughter had grown up since that unfortunate incident three years ago. Of course the void left by her husband and son could not be filled ever and even Amara knew this but she tried nonetheless and her mother sometimes wondered if this was because of the fact that she held herself partly responsible for what happened that day, her mother however didn’t share this feeling of hers.
   In the three years that had passed a lot of things had changed. First of which was that they moved to Mumbai from Delhi, selling of their lavish house in Chanakyapuri. They did this as that place had too many memories of a happy complete family and the trauma was too much to deal with. They had to move on with their life and fast. Luckily Amara’s father had left behind enough savings and the house fetched a lot of money to help them start anew. Her mother wanted no connection with that life and luckily they hadn’t too many relatives, just a few friends without telling whom they had moved to Mumbai. The mother had a good education and was working before she conceived Viraj and now worked as a marketing manager in an MNC. Amara went to a decent school here and was decent in studies. But things were not always so rosy for her. She still held herself responsible for what happened to her brother and father but to a much less degree than at the start of their stay in Mumbai. She used to have nightmares and hallucinations, and the only thing that kept her from killing herself was the will to not abandon her mother. Luckily for her too, her mother was a strong woman, she took sometime but eventually learned to carry her grief with her and move on for the sake of her daughter. With time things got better and even though they will never be the same, it’s safe to say that they held their own. Over this period the mother and daughter bonded a lot. They would go for evening walks along the seaside or go for movies together and her mother would try to be the father too. Likewise Amara too tried to fill in for Viraj and helped in all the household chores. They weren’t the ideal family, but they certainly showed inspirational resolve to overcome their immense misfortune.
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  As Vikram came home from the temple with his mother, he straight away ran to his father who had promised him a chocolate if he went to the temple along with his mother. As his father fulfilled that promise the ecstatic joy he saw on his sons face was an immense source of happiness to him. Even though Vikram was adopted he was always treated as their own son, and he also accepted them as his parents. His adopted parents could not have a child of their own and so adopted Vikram. The reason they chose Vikram from the orphanage three years ago and not any other child was partly due to his extraordinary story. Vikram’s real parents were never known even to the orphanage.
     One evening after sunset a couple who lived right at the outskirts of a remote village by the banks of the Beas, saw something flowing down the river at rapid speed. At first they saw just a man who was just going with the flow of the river doing nothing to stop. His head was bleeding and was most probably dead by that time and then they saw a very young boy also going the same way, but he was miraculously alive and as luck would have it, he got stuck in the fishing net the couple had set up for their evening meal. Immediately the man rushed to save him, and save him he did. However the boy was unconscious for three days he phased in and out of consciousness. On the fourth day when he was in his senses, the couple asked him about his family but he was in too much of a shock to say anything. He knew his father was dead, he saw him die in that river and that was too much to take. After about a week he opened his mouth when the couple asked him his name for the umpteenth time and all he could muster was “V……” and the same again and again. They went to the local police station to report this. The police however in this forgotten village was lazy, incompetent and insensitive and hardly put in an effort to locate his family. This couple was a poor one and could not take care of him, so they sent him to an orphanage, where he was named Vikram as that name started with  ‘V’.  He had a quiet stay at the orphanage for about a year before he was adopted by his new parents. He took some time to warm up to them, but once he did he took them as his own.
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It was a very important day in the life of Amara. She went to her mom and asked her how she looked. “You remind me of me in my young days, your father would have really liked to see you like this.” The mention of her father brought a slight smile to her face. The smile was of both wonder and pain. She missed her father a lot and sometimes spent nights wishing he was there, even so she wondered what he would thought of her wearing this blood red sari. Though she still missed her dad, in the 16 years that had passed since his tragic demise she had been able to overcome the guilt and finally accept that his and her brother’s death was not her fault and was an accident.
   In the past 16 years her mother had worked extremely hard to be able to maintain their financial security, there were a lot of late nights and early morning flights or long hours at the office but Amara could see that it was all worth it. She had lived a comfortable life for someone with a single mother, that too in an expensive place like Mumbai. Today Amara was graduating from college and would take her first steps towards adult life. She had topped her college with amazing grades and had got a job in a leading marketing firm. She knew that her mother was proud of her and more importantly she was proud of herself, because her mother had recently told her that now that she will be earning that her mother will resign within a year as she was now tired of running the house for more than a decade and wanted to relax now, she was just waiting for Amara to be well settled in her new environment. As Amara left the house for her graduation ceremony she looked up to the sky and wondered for a fleeting moment if her father was seeing how grown up his little girl had become.
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 Vikram was leaving for Chandigarh railway station. He was leaving his home to start a new journey in Delhi. He had got admission in Delhi University and was excited and anxious to start college life. His parents had come to see him off. His father had initially been against him leaving home and had suggested that he choose a college in Chandigarh only, however he agreed once Vikram gave him the practical reasons about the quality of the colleges. His mother had packed some food for the short train journey. She kissed him on the head as he bent down to take her blessings and his father did the same.
  Sometime later as he was in the train, looking out at the passing fields, but he was totally oblivious to them, there could have been the sea instead of the fields and he still would not notice, he was thinking of his parents, his biological parents. He thought where his mother and father were, were they alive, if so why they did not find him. Did they think him dead? He was missing something, he could not remember their faces at all, there was someone else also in the family, someone who he was very close to, probably even closer than his parents but he could not remember who, he was thinking hard and suddenly her face came before him as clearly as though it was only yesterday that they were sitting beside the river, his sisters face was before him but before he could try to remember more the train had reached its destination.
      His mother had arranged for him a pg in Delhi. It was a small house but was in a decent locality and was clean. He had another roommate with whom he thought he would get along well enough.  He intended to study hard and was looking to earn straight after college without doing a post graduate course. He wanted to start early as he did not want to live off his parents income for much longer as he felt much indebted to them for raising him up as their own.
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  The news was both good and bad. Amara was going to Delhi, she had been made the head of marketing in Delhi after 3 and a half years of faithful service and would get a significant pay rise and would get a lavish apartment to live in. However on the other hand she would have to leave her mother, an idea she was not very comfortable with. Her mother had practically raised her up on her own and now when it was time for Amara to take care of her, she was moving out for her own reasons. She felt selfish, but her mother soon talked her out of it, as she usually did in such situations. Amara was going to Delhi it was decided, the place where it all began. She however also convinced her mother to move there once she was settled, she told her mom to sell off everything in Mumbai and to move in with her in Delhi, their home.  Her mother was highly reluctant to move back because of all the memories of her husband and Viraj, but she loved her daughter ever so much and agreed.
  As Amara was at the airport saying her goodbye, she saw a certain sadness and fear in her mother’s eyes. “ It will be alright” she said. “I have a good feeling about Delhi, please come soon.” Her mother nodded her head and Amara kissed her on the forehead and was off. As she sat in the waiting room, she admitted to herself that even she was really anxious about going back somehow, even though no one waited there for them she was anxious in a way that she did not seem to dislike.

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  As Vkram came home from his internship he was in a gleeful mood the reason was simple he had got a permanent job with the MNC he had been interning with. Vikram had topped his college with flying colours. In the three years of college, he came first in his class in all of them and had applied for a job as planned. The company he liked the most took him on as an intern for a three month period, thereafter deciding if he was capable of a job. He worked really hard, excelled in every task given to him and had finally got his reward. He was to be junior marketing assistant, the pay was nothing great but the scope for growth was enormous and the job profile really excited him. It was something he knew he could be the best at. The marketing department needed new and capable employees also as the company had doubled its production in the region and the old number was not enough to handle the marketing. His boss told him now that he would be taking orders from two people working in tandem, the other person being a certain young lady who was transferred from the Mumbai branch to help handle the expansion in a better way. It would make an interesting team he thought to himself, his boss was 63 years old and this lady was definitely under 30. He had called home to confirm this news and his parents were really proud of him, he promised them that he would visit soon and would bring something for them with his first salary.
   The next day when he went to office, his first day officially he went to his boss to understand his task for the day, his boss told him to go and introduce himself to the new co- head who wants to meet each member of her team personally. “Make an impression” he said. As Vikram entered the room, he saw her looking at some files with some concentration. “Ma’am you wanted to see me?” As she looked up and saw Vikram and he saw her, they stared at each other, as if they had been waiting all their life for this day. There was silence for a good 2-3 minutes when finally he said “Ma’am?” “Yes, sorry.” She said suddenly. “ Iam sorry I was a bit lost. I am your new co-head Amara Bhatia. You are?” The name seemed to ring a bell but he had no time to dwell on it, he had to make an impression. “Vikram Singh.”  “Aah, so you are our youngest employee. Your work as an intern has been quite brilliant I am told. I would expect even better quality now. You can leave, your duties will reach you soon enough.”  Vikram did as he was told, but on his way out he wondered why there had been that silence, Amara wondered the same.
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  It was good day at the office for everyone, their company recorded profits more than anything ever seen before and it seemed as though the decision to expand over two years ago had been the right one. Vikram had now got two promotions in as many years and a significant pay rise. It was not time to buy a new house as his place was too cramped and small for someone in his position. As he went house searching, he looked for houses all over the city and even liked a few but none of them seemed just right. He decided to search more or else he would take the house he saw in GK-2. It wasn’t perfect, but it was in a good location and was of decent space and was worth the money it commanded.
  The next day he was almost done with all the houses, when the property agent sensing his disappointment said “Sir, there is one more house, it is a bit above your budget but is one of those finer houses that has a really classic look to it. It is in Chankayapuri, might I take you there?”  Vikram was in no mood to go as he knew it would be way too expensive, plus he had already convinced himself to buy the other house.  Yet he went to see it, and when he saw it something happened. They had just reached the driveway and Vikram knew in his heart of heart that he would be buying this place. He saw the interiors and fell in love, they were really good and lavish but he could find that in a better place or at a better price but somehow he knew he would be buying that house He did. He took a significant loan from the bank and put in all his savings into that house. Even though it was priced more than it was worth, Vikram felt happy.
   The following week as he reached office his old boss called him to his cabin. He was retiring and though the news made him sad as he shared a good rapport with him, he was overwhelmed with joy when he learnt that he was going to take his place. His boss told him that his dedication, innovative ideas and unconditional hard work had led him to recommend him as his replacement, and the board agreed. He was even happier as he was going to be working with Amara now, someone who he really enjoyed working with.
   As he went to Amara and received his congratulations he told Amara of his new house and asked her that she come with him to look at the house and they could order pizza to celebrate them working together. Amara who was really fond of Vikram in a friendly way agreed. As they parked in the driveway of Vikram’s new home and were walking towards the porch Amara suddenly stopped. Vikram urged her to follow and when she didn’t he figured something was wrong. When he asked her, the reply shocked him.“ I used to live here.” She said. Vikram was surprised to say the least and even more so when he saw Amara cry. He put an arm around her shoulder and took her  till the porch where they sat after he got her some water. “I cannot go inside. I used to live here with my family till…………..till my father and brother passed away.” She sobbed.  Vikram was truly shocked now. “You actually lived here?” he asked in disbelief and when she nodded sobbing he was silent. After about 10 minutes when she finally stopped crying Vikram asked her about her family and what happened to her father and brother. She was reluctant to tell a mere co-worker but she did upon insistence from Vikram. “We had gone on our first vacation as a family….. then as quickly as Viraj fell my father dived in after him to save him and they went downstream. After sometime they found the body of my father, all life had left him, and my brother….” “ They never found him. Right?” Vikram asked. “Yes. How do you know?” Amara asked a bit surprised. “Because I am Viraj Bhatia, your brother. There was utter and complete silence as they stared at each other with tears in both of their eyes, even the wind seemed to have stopped.

    It took them ten minutes to break the silence and a further hour for Viraj to complete his story by the end of which they both were crying and that too loudly, both tears of joy and sadness. The sadness of being apart for so long, while Amara thought him dead and Viraj could do nothing but wonder about the whereabouts and identity of his family. Sadness because they had been seeing each other everyday for so long and yet they never really found out who they truly were. But the joy overpowered any other emotion, the joy of seeing each other after more than two decades and at the same house where they were born and where they were raised together, the same house where they played hide and seek and other games. They embraced each other for a long time before they let go. “Its time our mother knew of this.” Amara said. She took out the phone and called her up.  “Hello mom? Guess who I found. Here talk to him.” As Viraj took the phone, both nervousness and excitement filled him. A tear ran down his cheek when he took the phone. “Hi mother, it is me Viraj. Your son.”

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