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The Second Time – Part 3 (The Conclusion)

Read the previous part of the story here: The Second Time – Part 2 (The Past)

Yes. I do remember the first time we met. How can I forget those cuts on your hand? Pranav said.

“Do you know why I got those cuts on my hand?”

“You never told me.”

“When I first talked to you, the comfort that I felt was something that I had never ever felt before with anyone else. I saw through you by just talking to you. I saw in you a person whose heart is as pure as a new born baby and who has the mind which has the capability to conquer the world. So, when Anamika told me that it was you who is the reason of all the misunderstandings between us, I did not believe her. It was not you. It was me. But, I couldn’t say what I felt to anyone. How could I? But, I was sure of one thing.  That is, you could never be the reason of anyone’s sorrow, especially the reason of my sorrow. ”

(Pranav felt his whole world has shattered in front of him. He remembered the time when Priya would ask her not to drink enough to do something for which he’ll be ashamed of. He neglected her advice. He neglected that she is the one who had seen him through.)

“Over the course of last 5 years, I did nothing but surrender to you. I did nothing but believed in you. And today, I see all of that being undone. I am not hurt because you cheated me. I am hurt because our ‘love’ lost.”

“I know that I have let you down, Priya.”

“You have let our love down.”

(Even in a situation like this, Priya did not resort to ugly conversations that generally might happen during this period. That was her uniqueness. She is someone who will maintain her calm even during the most trying times. Her heart was crying but her words, soothing. During their earlier days of relationship, when Pranav would ask her how she managed to find courage in the most difficult of situations, she would say, ‘There is a thing about courage. You will find it at the most unexpected places, during the most unexpected times.’)

(Pranav had now realized what a big mistake he had done. It was evident when he mustered all his courage to tell both Priya and Rumita what he’d been up to. Rumita had cursed him of cheating and literally asked him to never see her again. He had never tried as well. Priya, on the other hand, told him why she loved him. Was it love or madness?)

(It was at this time that Priya did something which no one in her situation might think to do.)

“Why do we fall, Pranav?”

“What?”

“As a child, when we’d try to stand up for the first time on our own feet, we generally would suffer a big fall. At that moment, our parents would tell us to try one more time. They would clap, smile, make faces and do everything in their capacity to get us back to trying. As a result, we try once more and we start walking. This is the first lesson we get how to live our lives.”

“I love you, Priya. I am sorry. I cannot take back what all I have done. But, please tell me, how do I make all of this better for you and our love? ”

“Learn your first lesson.”

“Try once more, Pranav. You have taken the fall and now, you need to try and stand up. As for me, I will be there to give you a hand. I will be there to bring you back on your feet. ”

Pranav felt numb. He started crying his heart out and it was almost impossible to console him. He never imagined that his betrayal of Priya would give him a lesson that he desperately needed to learn. He never imagined that a simple act of forgiveness could give him peace.

“I love you, Priya.”

“I know that you love me. Now, will you please wipe off your tears?” 🙂

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5 years down the line as Pranav was in Priya’s home sitting in front of her father, Priya said, “Dad, this is Pranav, and I wish to marry him”.

She paused, laughed and said with all her heart, “He is the most courageous person I have even known”

“Courage is not to do what seems right at the moment but to to do what is forgiving. Pranav realized that one act of forgiveness from Priya made him what he could never be;courageous.”

(Most often we take love for granted. But some people amaze us by their unconditional love and support. These people will be there with us when we‘d fall down. These people are different women in our lives; mothers, daughters, girlfriends, or wives. Love them. Just love them.)

 

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The Second Time – Part 2 (The Past)

 

Read previous part of the story here: The Second Time – Part 1 The Second Time – Part 1

Pranav is a guy who will befriend with almost everyone easily in the blink of an eye. When he went to college five years before today, within the first few weeks itself, he became best friends with a girl, Anamika, who is supposed to be the college sweetheart. There was something very unique about him that made him very popular among girls; he can make any girl feel comfortable around him. That was his Ultimate Selling Point as a boyfriend.

Priya, on the other hand, is someone who will take it quite slow. She will make her friends only after investing quite a lot of time, energy and trust. Maybe that is why; she has only limited number of friends in her life, unlike Pranav.

It was not long after when Pranav and Anamika started seeing each other that Pranav finally met Priya, Anamika’s best friend. Whenever there used to be fights among the new sweetheart couple, Pranav would call or text her to straighten up things between them. She, like a dedicated friend, will do exactly that. Pranav was awed by her simplicity and her way of tackling big problems. It was something which Pranav found really attractive and unique about her.

The circumstances, however, under which both met for the first time, were not quite ‘ideal’. Anamika was not happy with the growing friendship between both of them. She knew that there is nothing substantial going on that would worry her anyhow, but well, as a girl; she had her own inhibitions.

It was one, not so fine, Friday evening when three of them met at a local hospital. Anamika had called Pranav especially to meet both him and Priya as she wanted to show what Priya had done as a result of the misunderstanding that was building amongst them. When Pranav reached the hospital and saw Priya, he was shocked. On her left hand, between elbow and palm, there were three deep cuts done by the shrill razor blade, at equal distances from each other  (she was always good at art), spurting out the red.

“Why on earth did you do that? “, Pranav asked.

“It is all because of you. “, Anamika said.

“What have I done?”, Pranav replied in absolute disgust.

“She thought that she is the reason of all the differences that were occurring between us. And since you came in our lives, you are the reason she thought all of that”

“What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t understand even a single word you said”

“I do not know. I just know that you are the reason she did all these things and now you are supposed to apologize to her.”

Pranav was constantly looking at Priya’s hand and wondering how can anyone do a thing as silly as this?  When Anamika was busy cursing Pranav for all the things he has done, Priya’s expressions were that of complete denial. It was as if she was trying hard to tell that he was in no way linked to what had happened. Well, she did not say anything.

“I am sorry Priya”, Pravav said.

“It is okay”, she replied, with a smile that will take Pranav’s life away.

After another 15 minutes of chit-chat, Pranav finally decided that it was time for him to take leave. When he was about to go, the nurse came in and asked for Anamika.

“You need to bring these medicines Ma’am.”

“Will you stay here for 5 more minutes before I go downstairs to take her medicine?”

Pranav wanted to say that he would go and bring the medicines himself but he managed to say something totally different.

“Sure. I will make sure Priya is treated with utmost delicacy when you are not here.”

(All three burst out laughing as the footsteps of Anamika going downstairs become less audible. )

“I am sorry again”

“No. It is not your fault.”

“Of course, it’s my fault. Why will you do anything like that, then? ”

“No. It is not your fault. Leave it. I cannot tell you what it is.”

“You have to.

Over the next few months, Pranav and Priya started talking to each other day in and night. They would text, call and sometimes meet.

“I want to meet you”, Pranav texted.

“Why?”

“I do not know. I just want to.”

“In a city like Kanpur, there is no place where we could go and meet without eyes looking at us. It is better not to take unnecessary risks.”

(Kanpur, the largest city in the state of Uttar Pradesh, is not a place where young boys and girls can meet easily without escaping the ‘letting our culture down’ eyes of the so called conventionalists. In a country like India, where we worship sports like Cricket, to be able to play a sport as traditional and pure as love, you need something better than just cricket balls.)

“Do you have a scooter?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Just bring your scooter anywhere near main market and wait for me there. I will join you there.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just wait and watch.”

“Okay, fine.”

Priya was standing near the old Hanuman* temple in the market. Pranav could not believe how beautiful she looked that day. Dressed in a white salwar suit**, she was glowing like the first ray of light that eliminates darkness. The smile she wore that day could make even time stand still. She was as traditional as nature and as modern as Husain’s muse.

Pranav called up Priya and gave instructions to start her scooter and move alongside him. Both were driving, side by side, on their respective scooters, looking deep in each others’ eyes, completely indifferent to people around them, the traffic around them and the world around them. They were in deep meditation called love. They meditated for almost 15 seconds before the truck honked with all its might. 15 seconds, it was just enough.

After months of denial, both of them finally agreed the feeling of love they had towards one another. By that time, Pranav and Anamika had broken up. The reason for their break-up was not Pranav’s new found attachment for Priya but Anamika herself. Her constant behaviour of cursing Pranav got on to his nerve and he finally called it quits.

Pranav and Priya were completely in love. They will call each other at odd hours and would wake up at night just to see if anyone has messaged “I miss you”. They would talk about things as small as the colour of their hair to as big as getting married. At one moment, they’ll pause in between to think whether they are going too fast but the next moment, they’d listen each other plan the names of their unborn kids.

Love has a way to express all those things which you wish to feel. It also has the way to feel all those things which you wish to express. Pranav and Priya wanted to feel the first touch, the first hug, the first kiss, and the first sex and, they did experience it. How? They felt it by expressing and they expressed it by feeling.

(When they love each other so much, then, why do they find themselves in a situation where they are in now?  What will Priya do now? Will she go away from Pranav or give him another chance? Tune in for the conclusion on 5th December, 2015.)

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The Second Time – Part 1 (THE BEGINNING)

 

She willed herself to not check her phone to see if he had replied. It had been around three days now. She hated that she was constantly checking his ‘last seen at’ status and yes, he had logged in just five minutes ago. Yet she couldn’t stop herself. The sinking feeling to find absolutely no communication from him was becoming unbearable, almost torturous.

And then, just as she sat down in her chair, her phone vibrated. With her heart thudding her ear, she unlocked her phone and stared at the screen. Finally! It was his message.

But when she opened it and read it, she nearly stopped breathing. She didn’t know if he was joking or not. What was this?

“I was in a relationship with a girl in Mumbai. I cheated you. Yes, I cheated you.  ”

(It was 6 months since Pranav had gone from Kanpur to work in a multi-national company in Mumbai. Coming from a small town, the first time exposure to a city like Mumbai has inculcated in him the habits of drinking. When Priya would confront him about his problem, he would just say that he had no choice but to give company to his friends and that he is doing it within limits. Priya could never understand his explanation. She insisted that the ‘friends’ will never ask him to do anything like that. But, he did not listen. They fought; over and over and, talked; lesser and lesser.)

Before Priya could read further on, she felt her heart has missed a beat and her tears have picked up the storm.

“I am sorry. I am not sure whether I have the right to say sorry to you. Leave me forever, Priya. I am not someone you deserve to spend your life with. I am not someone you would want to introduce your parents with. I am the worst possible person on this planet. Please hate me. Please don’t trust me. I have given you great pains. This is my truth.”

Priya was trying to muster all her strength to write something but she couldn’t get her hands move. She tried to shout out loud but her voice would not come out. She felt that the chair underneath her has gulped her into a deep well of darkness from where she would never come out.  She was more than numb and less than living. She felt that someone has poked a needle at the core of her heart and she couldn’t decide whether it had killed her or liberated her?

“I know”, Priya wrote.

“You know?” Pranav replied.

“Do you remember the first time we met, Pranav?

Read what happens next on 3rd December, 2015. Be prepared to get sugar coated with the story of love, infidelity and courage. 

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The Journey!

The Story Teller!

I did an experiment with 10 of the students who were a part of the Skill Development Programme of Aga Khan Rural Support Programme (India), the NGO I am currently associated with as part of SBI Youth for India Fellowship. I call this experiment “Story Telling and Learning experiment which follows the philosophy: Words can change the world.

I was asked to take a class on life skills which involved teaching certain life skills to students by means of stories. Not only was it something which I personally love to do but it was also something that I wish I’ll do during the course of this fellowship. I love taking classes and if it involves motivation and that too via telling stories, it was gonna be really fun. So, I was up for it.

The class went really well. I told them a story which involved a little boy named Ganesh whose mother died due to lack of medical facilities in his village. Since his mother died because of lack of facilities, Ganesh decided to become a doctor and help the needy. He was mocked upon by the wife of his poor father’s employer but he made sure that he was the one who saved her life at the end by curing her of cancer. The main theme of the story was Ganesh’s decision to take up the challenge and to fulfill it by hard work.

So, at the at the end of the story telling session, when asked upon, out of 10 students, 4 were able to come in front and tell their own stories of how they faced challenges in their own lives and overcame it. It gave them immense happiness. I could see that from their eyes. It was a small win. But to make these students talk about real life challenges, it was nothing short of magic.

These students are very hesitant. Some of them are in their school days, some in graduation, some even housewives, but what they lack is self belief. This is what I wish to provide them. Self belief. How to give that? Recognition.

After the session got over, 4 boys out of 5 and no girl (girls being more apprehensive) told their stories. But I could see that each and every one of them had a story to tell.

I asked them to write their stories and bring it to me the next day. They agreed readily and the session ended!
What happened next? Something interesting.  🙂

Pictures of the week:

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The Journey!

Laugh like him or Laugh Not!

It has been a wonderful journey so far with SBI Youth for India fellowship. My friends, family and colleagues, all have supported the fact that I have taken up something which is close to my heart. However, I am not sure whether this is just enough? There is a long way to go and there are a lot of things which still needs to be done.

I have always been passionate about kids and imparting education to those who can’t have it due to some circumstances. I remember giving lessons in Math to a girl who was of my age but had no access to education. For 2-3 months, we had our teaching sessions. The next when I heard of her, she was 14 and married. This childhood memory is still pretty fresh in my mind and pokes me now and then.

Out of a variety of project areas available, I wanted to take up education as my main project area. However, there were some good projects in social enterprise as well. The issue of women’s empowerment is also close to my heart. I was in a dilemma, really. I still am, kind of. So, I came here to Bihar taking education as my main area of interest. Here in Bihar, we will have our first interaction with the community tomorrow. This community belongs to Scheduled Castes, minorities and Other Backward class people (that is how they are classified by our society). After meeting them and listening to their problems and needs, the intervention for the next 11 months will be finalized.

Let us see how it pans out. No doubt, these 2 months will test my mettle. These 2 months will throw electricity cuts, mosquito bites, food troubles on me. What I will throw back at them is what will define me.

PS: Over the next few days, I will try to interact more and ask solutions to the problems I might face. I will need inputs from all of you.

Picture of the day: I met this kid while on a field visit to one of the villages in remote areas of Gujarat. He is a part of a vicious circle of poverty and has very little access to education but the way he smiles, mesmerizing. He needs very little, he demands nothing but he gives his everything in his laughter. We shared this laughter for about a few seconds and the whole world seemed nice.

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