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August 25, 2009

When Love Signed On A Blank Cheque....


@ ICICI Bank, Jor Bagh Market, Delhi

" Sir, i understand, but this outstation cheque is dated for three days back, and there was a national holiday of Independence day in between. That's why the amount has not been transferred to your account.", She paused, moved the strand of hair strutting across her face to put it behind the right ear, and continued, " Let me see if i can get this done today, i need to ask my manager, I'll be right back." She moved her chair a little behind, and bent down to take the file of bounced cheques from the second drawer in the table. And then, the inevitable happened, love at first sight....

Nitin looked at her blue salwaar suit, then he looked at her half moon shaped bindi which was making her cherubic face glow. He closed his wide open mouth when he realised he was in that position for the last 15 seconds. He was glued to gazing at her like a life long adhesive. She was young, confident and breezy in her work. She was not the typical top-two-buttons-undone fashion storehouse, that would make even an older man's gun stand up and blaze away to glory. But she had an inherent sincerity,which would make you take her to your mom straight away, not to mention the desire of marrying her along the way. But his day dreaming castles came to an end when she interjected in between after coming back from the manager's cabin.......

"Sir, this will be done today. Here is your new cheque book, and we are sorry for the inconvenience caused. have a good day and take care!", she said and handed over the key to enter a dream world in the future, the cheque book.

Nitin moved out of the bank, but his heart was left behind. He wanted to go back, on any pretext. He was least concerned about the money now, he just wanted to talk to her for a few more moments. He wanted to tell her how good he is in playing guitar, he wanted to tell her about his aversion to golgappas, he wanted to tell her about his love for sci-fic Hollywood movies, he wanted to tell her about his dream of building an orphanage for young kids. In this confounded condition, he just threw the new cheque book on the dash board of the car, and was surprised to see a small 2 by 2 inch pink paper slip coming out of it. He took it out, read it, and immediately it brought a smile wider than the man who comes in Vicco Vajradanthi Ad. A
song played in the CD player in his car, Nitin realised the admiration was mutual, and not one sided, as he read the pink slip which has written on it - Garima, 9811473264.

*..वोः अचानक आ गयी, यूँ नज़र के सामने
जैसे निकल आया घटा से चाँद कोई
चेहरे पे जुल्फें भिखरी हुई थी , दिन में रात हो गयी... *

3 weeks later....


@ Bobby Bataashe wala, Paranthe wali Gali, Delhi


" Garima, how many more golgappe you will eat, we will get late for the movie"," Move in fast yaar", Nitin literally yelled seeing her stuffing another one from the counter. It was making him smile and frown at the same moment.

"Come on man, golgappe are more important than your sci-fic high funda movie", " don't worry we won't get late". Garima said as she sat inside the car adjusting her pink dupatta.

"Oh ya, you always do this, I can't even eat one, how can you eat so many. I just hate them", Nitin replied with a face replenished with hatred for the food item and continued, " And worse, i don't even get a kissie in making all the efforts in bringing you here in this crowded market." he said and moved his face away from her.

"Aww, my baby want a kissie, ok come here, permission granted," Garima chuckled like she has just one a prize in eating the highest number of Golgappas.

Nitin took the right side of her face in his right palm, put his left index finger just below her chin, fixed it at a slightly higher position, slightly tilted his head to get the feel, and moved forward in kissing her, and as he came agonizingly close in touching her lips, Garima shouted at the top of the lungs, " Thuuuuulaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

He moved back with fear in his heart, moved around a bit, saw no one, looked at red faced, laughing Garima, and immediately understood the ploy.He was moving away when she realised the gimmick
has been over done, she moved closer to him, and said, " Sweetie, i am sure you will be the most pampered kid by me when your orphanage is built. Come here, give me a huggie, I was just kidding around."

"You better be kidding with me now, because no one can dare to come in between us now," He moved forward to take her in his strong arms, and a song played on FM 102.4 radio....

**....बाहूं के यह हार में, तुझे पेहेंऊंगा एक दिन
सब देक्क्थे रह जायेंगे, ले जाऊँगा एक दिन....**

3 years later.....

@ Nitin's Residence, Laxmibai Colony, Delhi

" So honey, 24 hours more to go, and we will be Mr. and Mrs. Saxena", a 2 peg drunk Nitin whispered into the phone in excitement, and became nostalgic about his love for Garima in the last three years....

For them love was not a mutual fund, which would depend on the entry and exit 'loading' rules of the society. For them love was not a fixed deposit, which would require a scheduled time frame to mature. For them love was not a RBI bond, which would change seeing the fluctuating and fickle nature of the economy. For them, love has taken an altogether new dimension, a new altitude, a new attitude as they were moving in to start a new life together.

"Yes babie, we will be together all our life.", " you know what, the colour of mehndi has come out to be fantastic. Its said that darker the colour, longer the marriage lasts and you know....", Suddenly her voice was stopped by a ear shattering noise, she kept quiet, and asked, "what was that sound?"

"Oh, that one, Ramesh bhaiyaa's friends are all drunk, just firing some shots in the air with his licensed gun, celebrating our togetherness, nothing major, chill", Nitin replied with a nonchalant attitude.

" ok, Good night sweetheart, and don't drink too much, alright. Otherwise i would tell Ramesh Bhaiyaa to keep a watch on you.", Garima said in an ecstatic and teasingly concerned voice.

"Ya, don't worry, i won't drink a lot, i will sleep in some time. Good night sweetheart, Sleep well, and dream about us, and our life together.", Nitin exclaimed as a song was playing by the DJ in the background....

***..साए में उसके बरसों का जागा, में सो जाऊं
उसकी सजती सवरथि खनक में में घर बसाऊँ ..***

3 hours later......

@ Emergency Ward, Safdarjung Hospital, Delhi

" I am sorry, we can't do anything, he was brought dead here.", the doctor removed the stethoscope hanging from his neck, and continued, "The bullet pierced his left atrium and got stuck there. The pulmonary veins cut off the supply of blood to the heart by the bullet's momentum and it was death on the spot.", He ended his technical sermon and left behind a group of crying and sobbing relatives..

In the corner was lying a numb Garima, recapitulating the moments of togetherness a few hours back. Ramesh Bhaiyaa came to her, told how his drunken friends were firing shot in the air. when one of them fired, but the gun's direction was down parallel to the ground level, and unfortunately Nitin came in between the bullet path.

With one bullet, came to an end all the festivities. With one bullet, came to an end all the dreams. With one bullet, came to an end all the aspirations. With one bullet, came to an end all the ambitions of life. Garima moved out of the hospital, with a song playing on the transistor of the watchman on late night shift...

****...एक आह तो भरी होगी , हमने न सुनी होगी,
जाते जाते तुमने, आवाज़ तो हमको ज़रूर दी होगी
हर वक़्त यहीं हैं गम, उस वक़्त कहाँ थे तुम, जहाँ अब चलें गए ..****

3 months later......

@ Garima's Residence, Defence Enclave, Delhi

For Garima, suddenly life came to a stand still. She hates the golgappas now, eating them make her puke now. She watches sparingly sci-fic movies, reminiscent of how it used to make him all happy. She misses the feeling of holding hands close to his heart, him feeling the boniness of her fingers. She has her lungs full of hot air, wanting to throw all the crap out in one gulp. She has emotions pent up till throat, which are urging for an urgent release. As she was drowned in these thoughts sitting on the sofa, a door bell rang. She sat up, and unwillingly opened the door...

" Hello madam, I am from LIC life insurance policy. Our client, Mr. Nitin Saxena has applied for a life insurance policy of 10 lakhs with us. Due to his sudden demise, we have to hand it over to the first beneficiary, Miss Garima Raheja", He stopped to take out certain documents for her signature and then handed over something to her...

"Madam, here is the cheque book, you can withdraw 2 lakhs in first installment, after which you have to make a plan for monthly installments to withdraw the remaining amount of 8 lakhs. All these cheques were signed by Mr. Nitin", he took a few signatures as formality on official forms and left....

Garima had a hard look at the cheque book, with tears lurking around the corner of her eyes. It was ironic that a blank cheque book which started their relationship has now ended their relationship completely. But there is one dream which they saw together, which is unfulfilled, which is still lying dormant. She has to complete it at any cost. She moved, opened the laptop and started writing her resignation mail to the ICICI bank. She was ready to make a new beginning, she was ready to give back to a society which took away her love with such cruelty, She was willing to give care and affection to all those people whose life has been burnt with unfortunate incidents. A song played in the background on Radio Mirchi, as She decided how to utilize the blank cheques signed by his love, She would built the dream they once saw together - An orphanage in Delhi.


*****.....पलछिन में बातें चलें जाती हैं,
पलछिन में रातें चली जाती हैं,
रह जाता हैं जो सवेरा वोः ढूँढें,
जलते मकान में बसेरा वोः ढूँढें,....*****

PS: Statistics show that every year, on an average 1891 people die in India because of fireworks/arms celebrations during wedding processions. Given our population, it may not be a very high number but spare a thought for the families who loose their close ones just before such an auspicious occasion. I, myself lost a family member in a similar way, and as his family mourns 12th death anniversary this year, the menace in the Indian society still continues...

*****जैसे बच्ची हैं वैसे की वैसे बच्चा लो यह दुनिया,
अपना समझ के अपनों के जैसी सजा लो यह दुनिया,
छिटपुट सी बातों में जलने लगेगी, संभालो यह दुनिया,
कट पिट के रातों में पलने लगेगी, संभालो यह दुनिया!*****

Sources:

* Taken from the song, Ek ajnabee haseena se, Ajnabi (1974)
** Taken from the song, Oh Mehbooba, Sangam (1964)
*** Taken from the song, Dhaani, Album of Strings (2004)
**** Taken from the song, Chitti na Koi sandesh, Dushman (1998)
***** Taken from the song, Yeh Duniya, Gulaal (2009)



61 comments:

Deepika said...

Aww... Its so touching!! specially the last part... 3 months later wala...

I really liked it!!

Great work!! :)

Deepika said...

And yes I am the first one to comment :D

gargi said...

Firstly...Happy to be the FIRST ONE!!..yey!!

secondly...sad sad ending! =(
made me cry... iv never cried reading your posts..but this time i did =(
stories like these make me cry..but wow to u!!... ur still my dose of love stories!..

thirdly.. love the songs u put in there..i absolutely love that song Dhani.. <3

And i had heard of such a case... the groom died at the wedding..cuz a drunk man firing the bullets wwas careless... its very sad =( ...actually..very scary!

anyways...thanks for the long dose ;)
im gona make abhi read this.. =)

keep writing!!
xox

gargi said...

aaaaaaaaaaahhh!!..fish!!..i was the first..but then i became the second... =/
noooooooooooooo =(

gargi said...

cuz mine was the looooooooong comment... =/

BlueMist said...

nicely done. Loved your choice of songs.

VISHNU said...

plz dont temme its a real life story.. its fiction rite??

Hopeless Romantic said...

@Vishnu

Its not a real story, its a fiction. But the hidden agenda is true. read the PS again!

Thanks,
Amit

Netika Lumb said...

kya yar..rula diya :(

Hopeless Romantic said...

@Netika

Oye, kya hua. I told you its a cruel post !

Hugz,
Amit

M.J. said...

Wow, I did not expect the story to turn out that way.

I like the way you brought the story around full circle with this line: "It was ironic that a blank cheque book which started their relationship has now ended their relationship completely."

One question from your American blogger buddy, what is "golgappe"?

Pooja Mahimkar said...

thats so touching. i loved it really loved it... one of the best posts i have read till now...

good work
keep blogging
pooja

bondgal_rulz said...

LOL @ "She was not the typical top-two-buttons-undone fashion storehouse, that would make even an older man's gun stand up and blaze away to glory" :D :D

Very touching love story and more importantly kudos to the way you have incorporated the repurcussions of the meaningless tradition of firing gun shots.

Cheers

VISHNU said...

ya read it.. ur fiction was good.. but havin a gun while u r totally drunk is utter stupidity.. didnt u think of anythin else??

@ M.J..
golgappe is an indian fast food item.. also called pani poori.. mashed potatoes mixed with masala/spices are stuffed into a circular lookin poori.. then it is dipped in masala water and served.. u would have to gallop it in one go..

Hopeless Romantic said...

@Vishnu

Read carefully dude, you are commenting WITHOUT going through the story properly. Having a gun while drinking during weddings is a norm in certain parts of India, specially UP, Bihar, M.P and Rajasthan. Either you are unaware how the arms display work in a wedding procession or you are trying to run your brains in thinking useless alternatives. Why would i think of anything else, when the motive behind writing the story is this EXACT reason of showing the ugly side of arms/fireworks during wedding.

Thanks for explanation to MJ, but she has been answered in detail (with facts and pictures) offline!

Cheer,
Amit

Smita said...

1st thing 1st, are you participating in the latest indiblogger contest??? Check it out, it is just for you!!!

You know why I love reading your stories?? Because it has everything in detail from a proper beginning to growth and the end usually comes with a bang!!! All your stories though fictions surround a truth.

Though I have read loads about ppl dying due to gun shots during weddings but the stats shocked me!!!

~*~ Jal Pari ~*~ said...

That was a really touching story. You're a great story teller :).

Don't ever stop writing!

Anonymous said...

Dearest Amit,

Its Tuesday night here, when i came back from work and decided to blog hop a bit,and stumbled on your blog. I am so delighted to come across your blog, and was so numb after reading this post. Like i mentioned in the email, I don't think i have ever come across a story like this, which can make you cry, laugh and think at the same time!

Right from the start to the end, each and every thought is well written. Your selection of songs, your writing about love and interrelating it with finance, the hidden truth behind the post, everything is absolutely commendable!

And if this is anything to go by, you have a permanent reader for a lifetime, i would go back to reading your other posts, well done, keep writing, and i will keep reading!

Great work!

Little Girl Lost said...

aweee... so beautiful amit... as always...
i'm back. hope to be more regular now.

Rane (The Orchid with All Shades Pink) said...

i am so happy to see the header..now let me read the post.. :P

Americanising Desi said...

you will give me a heart attack one day

Rane (The Orchid with All Shades Pink) said...

i read this! ok first of all ... phew!!!

the message is quite clear.. the pain is beating in my heart.. this post makes me wanna pull all my loved ones closer to me and tell them.. i cant live without them even for a second..
it made me wanna say.. -take care!!


Rane

Nikita said...

i like!

i must admit that in between, when i felt the story is turning out to be too predictable, i felt slightly let down. but after going through the entire thing, and seeing it especially in the light of your PS, i feel u have done complete justice to what you wanted to convey. and i like how it has a few shades of nearly everything :)

Saim said...

love the title, love the choice of songs esp "Chitthi na koi sandesh"...they r brilliantly juxtaposed with the narrative.
the story...wht do I say, it's tragic, it highlights the erratic nature of life, it raises a pertinent question about the use of firearms and firecrackers to celebrate happiness...u could not have done it better mate!!!

P.S. There's some moistness at the corners...touches chords!!!

Hopeless Romantic said...

@Deepika

lol, ya finally you are the first one to comment, congratulations, that was some achievement :D

Everything culminates in the last part, hence it is my favourite too :)
Glad you liked it!

Love,
Amit

Hopeless Romantic said...

@Gargi

Girls vying to be first in the comment section, i can't get more lucky than this ;) I truly madly deeply love this :D

Aww, u cried, wow, i like it, not that you cried but the fact that my writing can make you numb, good for me, lol :D

Songs are written in between to convey the feelings which can't be appropriately described in words, and it makes the story interesting too!

This is one social evil which can very easily be banned or reduced, if we just be more mature in our thinking!

Let me know what Abhi says after reading this! I am glad i am your source of love stories!

Love,
Amit

Hopeless Romantic said...

@Gargi

and ya, better luck next time in posting first comment :D

Cheers,
Amit

Hopeless Romantic said...

@Blue Mist

Ya, Bollywood fascination do has its advantages in picking the right song!

Thanks,
Amit

Hopeless Romantic said...

@Mara

Well,these things happen and then love stories do not always end happily. Love and life always comes around full circle, that's the bloody truth.

Though i have told you offline, here is the link again for the complete description of Golgappe

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golgappa

Enjoy,
Amit

Hopeless Romantic said...

@Pooja

Glad you liked it so much, and happy to see you regular here. its nice to know people who read you every time you post.

Keep coming,
Amit

Hopeless Romantic said...

@Isha

lol, that's very true btw, and i hate such kind of girls who uses their sexuality to get favours. I have seen this happening a lot during my engineering days in Practical Viva exams :)

Thanks, you found the gist absolutely correct, aap ko 11 rs inaam diya jaata hain :D

Cheers,
Amit

Hopeless Romantic said...

@Smita

Thanks for letting me know about the contest, i got myself a back door entry and i am finally nominated for it. But since i am already late, i am sure most of the blogger buddies have already casted their votes. But, anyways its good to be part of such contests sometimes, though i am quite cut off from such networking jazzz!

That's the motive of writing stories, it has to be complete in most of the terms. Though i do go overboard at times with the length, but i still feel content and the flow is more important. A blogger told me offline, she found this post to be too fast, things happen one after another and at such a brisk pace. So i guess content always rules!

Ya, the stats are surely shocking, but i hope it comes down. After my cousin died in 1998, the percentage has increased which makes me a bit sad.

Thanks,
Amit

Hopeless Romantic said...

@ Jal Pari

thanks, till people like you keep on reading and encouraging me, i am on my feet to keep writing!

Cheers,
Amit

Hopeless Romantic said...

@Anonymous

Well, well i am numb after reading all those appreciative words. I am glad you liked it that much, your email earlier and this comment made it that much more special. Would be great to see you back again here. Do read the other posts and let me know your opinion about it.

Thanks,
Amit

Hopeless Romantic said...

@LGL

hey, welcome back, good to see you back again on the blogosphere. Glad you liked it, i disappointed you last time with that Harry Potter story. And i didn't wrote another story after that till this one came along. Just a coincidence, but it happens!

Thanks,
Amit

Hopeless Romantic said...

@Kajal

Thanks for recognizing and appreciating the header. Glad you liked the post, all close ones are important. Where ever they are, in whatever form they are, they always are special and will remain special all lifetime. You just need to realise their worth.

Thanks,
Amit

Hopeless Romantic said...

@Seher

Should i take this as a compliment or a warning :D

Take care,
Amit

Hopeless Romantic said...

@Nikita

Well, that's the magic of story telling, you build momentum, take it to a zenith (where it may start getting predictable), and the BANGGGGGGGGG !!

Well ya, it loads of thing mixed, be it finance, Bollywood songs, romance,food or a hidden social message. Glad you liked it!

PS: It was two love stories initially, one starting in a bank (for which i had no end), and a story ending tragically with a gun shot just before marriage (for which i had no start). I was stuck, and one day it struck why not mix both of them, and that's how this post came up!

Love,
Amit

Hopeless Romantic said...

@Saim

Well, songs are just to make you feel the emotions which you cannot describe in words!

Firearms celebration is something which we can surely avoid at marriages, hope the message passes on!

Thanks for being a regular here, hope to see you more often!

Cheers,
Amit

I, Me and Myself said...

amit me back.....yipeeeeeeeeee...n honestly only reason was i felt i cldnt write....so after weeks i think i am back...

lovely read...it was so touchy n i felt sad after reading it.... *sigh*...nevertheless as ususual amazing...

NEHA said...

hey amit,

misd the first day first show of this post but anyway ..

u are some writer mann ..

this 1 was so professionally written awesome plot ..

sad ending but the nonetheless gr8 story ..

:)

Manju said...

lol i like how you added songs in there, gives it a real bollywood flavour. maybe u shud make a movie ;)

Gigi said...

Awesome. You are a great writer.Very well written.Have a great weekend.

How do we know said...

OMG.. this is so sad!! And wonderfully written!!!

Hopeless Romantic said...

@Shweta

Welcome back, i can understand - it can happen at times, but now get back to writing, we all missed you!

Thanks for the compliment, glad you liked it!

Cheers,
Amit

Hopeless Romantic said...

@Neha

Where are you these days, apart from the trip what's going on?

I like that word in the comment - 'professional', is it time to switch professions for me then :P

Love,
Amit

Hopeless Romantic said...

@Manju

Lol, if you are willing to sponsor the movie, i can write the script and dialogues for free :D

Cheers,
Amit

Hopeless Romantic said...

@Gigi

Thanks, great to see you here, you too have a great weekend!

Enjoy,
Amit

Hopeless Romantic said...

@HDWK

thanks you very much :)

keep coming,
Amit

Anonymous said...

Heart wrenching..cant say more.

Hopeless Romantic said...

@Anonymous

thank you very much!

cheers,
amit

shadan said...

Great writing...it was very touching..loved the way u imbibe the songs into the story...i enjoyed the style in which u have presented the story and the name of the story..very apt...great going...
i hope to visit ur blog more often now...
cheers!!!

Satans Darling™ said...

When I started reading this post, I was expecting it to turn out into something like, the girl turns out to be completely opposite of what she looks and then steals all the money of this guy by getting his sign on a blank cheque :P But this is just me.

It is sad but true, especially in Northern India, where such things are normal in weddings etc. People have got to be more careful!!

Heart moving post. Made me stop and think, go back and recap the whole story from the flashback. Very well written!

Hopeless Romantic said...

@ Shadan

Hey, welcome to the blog, this is your first comment here! Thanks for all those compliments and nice words,it felt good :)

Hope to see you more often here, keep coming back!

Cheers,
Amit

Hopeless Romantic said...

@ Ashrita

lol, not a bad idea btw :P But never expect the expected on my blog, you should have got that by now :)

It feels great when my writings can make you stop and think, the purpose is solved. I also hope people are more careful during weddings with such stuff!

Cheers,
Amit

Mahesh Sindbandge said...

Oh God...That was a touching piece of story..

How bad na it is, people cant even blame someone whole heartedly.

I mean, its something out of control... lives are getting cheaper day by day..donno why...until one realises its value..nothing gonna happen..

Very nice piece of stroy..i shud say, inspired from real one :)

Cheers

Hopeless Romantic said...

@ Mahesh

Even though its inspired from the real one, i was not happy sharing it across, it was something personal. But when i came across this statistics, i was shocked enough and then decided to develop this story further.

Its absolute shock that people can't really blame anyone. In my case, it was one of another close relatives who fired by mistake under the influence of alcohol. The relations sour between the families after that, but the damage was already done!

Thanks,
Amit

Rajat said...

Hey Amit....
I totally agree with your view....

Still remember that dark night when this unwanted news came and shocked each one of us :-(

Hopeless Romantic said...

@ Rajat

I know, its sad such kind of things are still happening in India. even after all these years and even after so many people dying every year.

cheer up,
Amit

Olive Perry said...

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Olive Perry said...

My name is Olive Perry from USA After being in relationship with smith for seven years,he broke up with me, I did everything possible to bring him back but all was in vain, I wanted him back so much because of the love I have for him, I begged him with everything, I made promises but he refused. I explained my problem to someone online and she suggested that I should rather contact a PROPHET harry that could help me pray to bring him back but I am the type that never believed in prayers, I had no choice than to try it, I mailed the Prophet harry email prophetharryprayerhome@yahoo.com, and he told me there was no problem that everything will be okay before two days, that my ex will return to me before two days, he pray for me and surprisingly in the second day, it was around 4pm. My ex called me, I was so surprised, I answered the call and all he said was that he was so sorry for everything that happened, that he wanted me to return to him, that he loves me so much. I was so happy and went to him, that was how we started living together happily again. Since then, I have made promise that anybody I know that have a relationship problem, I would be of help to such person by reffering him or her to the only real and powerful Prophet who helped me with my own problem and who is different from all the fake ones out there. Anybody could need the help of the spell caster, his email prophetharryprayerhome@yahoo.com) you can email him if you need his assistance in your relationship or anything.