Tuesday, December 22, 2015

The Advent of New Year!

 I have scribbled these lines in a hurry.Didn't have time to read them again.In Jan.I feel that I may be a bit free. I'll be visiting my favourite bloggers then.Merry christmas and joyful New Year to all.

 The Advent of New Year! 

Forget we should
 The means pessimistic
That happened in the
By-gone year, or else
Drowning we will be in
The pool of glum and gloom.

   Hark back we should
To the events that mount
Dazzling thoughts and
Gladness filling acts
 From which  emerges energy
Enabling us to walk to success.

Avoid in the Fresh Year
 Behaviour ours that
If to others is horrid,
 Haughty and hostile
And evade hurting people
With words and indeed deeds.

Unfurl the bud of help
Spreading the scent of hope
Filling in people’s life
Hap they keep a yen for
And extend let us a reception
To the year presently peeping .

Keep in mind let us warmth a lot
When members enter afresh
 Into our friendship and kinship
 Which in real is a bequest
 Handed over to us by God
 Adding vim and vigour to daily affairs.

Round the corner is seen
The onset of the New Year;
Don’t know, what in store
 In the horizon around
 Whether sullen or sweet
Or harmful or beneficial.

Bear we have to with
A sense of valor and verve,
 Whatever comes on way and
That will fill in life
Upshots of experiences
 Very pleasant and delightful.

'May you all have fruitful year of success ahead'.

Sunday, December 6, 2015

The Saleswoman!

Part-2

 The loan amount though was a horrendous affair the regular payment in equal monthly installments took the weight off their minds. But their glee was short lived as the money lender quite often harassed them to clear the debt immediately. He was fully conversant that the couple couldn’t repay the amount at ease. He was one to ‘make hay while the sun shines’. So he started pestering them for clearing their debt. Many a time he threatened them to sue in the court as they had pledged a blank bank cheque for the loan.
   
 One day the money lender demanded back his amount that had expanded enormously. Despite the installments being paid by the borrowers, the interest gets compounded through some fetid means by this lender. But the innocent borrowers do not come to know about the money lender’s trap. Moreover he claims sizable amounts by intimidating them with the blank cheques, they pledge. Not only one person but many unscrupulous elements also triumphantly reside among the public. They suck poor man’s life in the form of interest resulting in suicide. Here Prakash and Ramani begged for a later date to pay back their debt. Two times they managed to get the date of clearance put off. But the avidity of the lender was proving his inhumanity. So he continued his harshness and harassment to the couple.

That day Ramani  and children had left home for their routines .Only Prakash was there, since his office time fell a little late. The money lender stormed into their house threatening to sue a case against them. Screeches and shouts from that brutal mouth had spoiled the tranquility of that little domicile. People from around didn’t fail to perform their peeping look into that house. So he, who had a good name among the neighbours, felt much disdained. Finding no means to settle up the crisis, that moment’s distress had conquered his wit and he without thinking anything sought the last solution. He swallowed the entire insecticide kept in their house for warding off the cockroaches.
Ramani and I rushed to the ICU, where the former’s beloved better half lay unconscious. Ramani’s mind became cloudy as if to shower heavily on viewing her loving husband lying out of sense. Her lips shivered, facial muscles shrunk, body numbed and words got blocked in the throat. Wiping the eyes, she had to evict herself from the ICU.

Waited Ramani mpatiently in the room allotted in hospital.  But alas! All her hope, ho! Turned into ashes. He did take leave of his affectionate partner and set off for the stay among the stars. Ramani’s grief found no bound. All her glory had vanished. She felt helpless and mourned and mourned over her dear one’s demise. She fell on her husband’s carcass violently and held it tightly, “Don’t take him from me, I will not leave him.”Their two kids-the teen and the ten-year-old- also struggled hard to stop their tears as it was their beloved father who lay there with no breath.  Ramani’s woes flowed through tears just like an outpour of rain.

Very mechanically she followed the instructions given by others during the funeral. And so also the young ones two. Slowly she rose to the reality as she had to nurture her children. It took a month for her to resume the routine. But the female in her, once dependant on her spouse for everything, broke the chain of timidity forever. Her body language attained a stature of audacity. She took the decision to fight for justice, “I will not leave him like that; I will go to any extent. I want him to be punished. Husband’s suicidal note will help me. If a few can escape from this peril, I will be happy."

Ramani remained not tight-lipped, but she did take the required steps. In a time of half-a-decade Ramani’s determination lit the lamp of stirring the society to speak and act against the beastly money lenders including the one indulged in Prakash’s case. Many a one was captured and legally punished. And a money lending act was also passed by the Government to curb the unlawful rise of the interest. People slowly have understood the noose that tightens their neck from free movement. And now Ramani has become a social figure fighting against the illegal activities exploiting the common man’s ignorance.  

Friday, December 4, 2015

The Saleswoman!

This story will loom as two fragments as it is slightly lengthy.

Part-1

A couple of months darted away from the view of the remaining ten. I dropped into Ramani’s dwelling to have a glimpse at her present juncture. She was totally a new female ready to daringly face every set back. Her visage was proclaiming that she was not going to let the villain be triumphant in the society.  I just rewound the incidents.

Once I was waiting for a bus in the shelter. Ramani, a quadragenarian woman scurried to the bus stop instituting a sort of uneasiness looking at the watch and then to the bus direction. She didn’t notice me as her fret-plated visage was expressing some agony.

 I just silently watched her doings, without disturbing her. She is known to me. I felt if I uttered a word even, it would dig a channel for her tears to surge over there. Even then my anxiety to know about her anguish let my tongue come out with some words without my okay.

“What happened? If I can help you, Ramani…..”
“O!  Sushma,I want to go to the hospital urgently. My husband is not well,” half-crying she uttered.
“Can’t you hire an auto, if you are in a hurry?”
“This is no taxi stand, Sushma, nor an auto stand.”
“O! I forgot that.”

Right then God appeared there in the form of one of my cousins in a car. No sooner did he stop the car in front of me than I ran to him and turned him altruistic. Since my destination was only a tailoring shop to obtain my new dress, I nodded for my cousin’s invite to go with them. I seated myself in the front and turned back to Ramani with the question in my eyes.

“My husband is admitted in the hospital. My neighbour informed me about it. That is why I am rushing. I don’t know anything more.”

Ramani is a saleswoman of a textile shop. Her better-half, Prakash served a company in billing process. And their two daughters-elder in the ninth grade and younger in sixth-were reading in a reputed school.

 From morning to gloaming Ramani entertains the customers forgetting all her personal chores.  Diwali-purchase was in progress and therefore the shop was crowded with customers. New arrivals of garbs and fabrics glittered fully attracting the sights of customers. That day as soon as she reached the shop she got engrossed in satiating the customers’ demands. Always an appeasing grin dwells on her pleasant face. And then suddenly out of the blue a phone call interrupted her work. Prakash, Ramani’s husband got admitted in the central hospital with the help of his childhood buddy who stays next door. Ramani and I are travel-mates i.e. we share the same bus stop for the journey towards our offices. Before the appearance of the bus we get a few minutes to do chit-chat. Persistent journey had sowed the seeds of friendship too in us. Today is a holiday for me.

Prakash and Ramani have shaped their desires and dreams of owning a house into reality and thus a two bed-room building arose in their five cents of land. A bank loan was the source of revenue. But at the final stage they had to borrow a small sum of money from a money lender. He had camouflaged the interest of the loan as ten percent which was actually for one month. Anyway the construction met its completion after much struggles and all. The completion of the building brought an unfathomable gleam of ecstasy in the couple’s eyes. They arranged for an affordable house-warming with great enthusiasm. Amidst all the kith and kin the warming ceremony moved on smoothly.

                                                                                                                                           [To be contd.]

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

First Day in School!


Receives new tender
Feet, the Campus in wait for
Her  next study-year.

New bag, new dress, kid
Excited, gets up, gets ready
Fast and sits on bike.

Enters kid as a
Bud; sways in campus-breeze with
More buds and blooms bright.

Kids all in same hues
Seem blooms of one plant, though  much
Hue and cry greets us.

Some buds droop, little
Eyes shower tears when gets the
Teacher into class..

 An ensemble of
Tear-rains and scream-thunder fills
 Campus with hubbub.

At exodus looms
 bike father's; smile exotic
adorns soft visage.


For Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.


Thursday, October 22, 2015

Like a Gust of Wind !


 
Like a gush of wind or fierce cyclone,
that man entered home as usual and
in true sense it was a cell for her,
resumed his routine of hurly-burly, 
caught her hair from front in his fist,
pulled her with a forceful strength,
 and started bellowing yells of words,
tinted in adverse rubbish rebuke.


A poor new-born baby once chucked out  
 by an unknown mother,  had to grow
in an orphanage, run by nuns in city, 
 had fallen prey to hollow words
coated with sugar of artificial texture
rendered by that moneyed man, 
claiming to be clement highly;
 hence was handcuffed in the wed-lock.
      

Looking at the blue through window, 
 with a totally deadened mind,                 
 having no provision to lodge
 anything further, for,
 it was full of pains and sorrows, 
born out of torments by that wicked,
in the form of thrashing and hitting
 on her pate spitefully.
   

Locking the ears with hands both,  
like a gust of wind-blast, 
flashed she to the open aimlessly,
 with hurts in heart and wounds on carcass
 to save her 'self' from there.
Her flight,  from the venom-vomiting- tongue 
landed in the calm and quiet of an Ashram,
which sheltered her  and consoled solely. 

 

  

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

From the Heart of Hearts!

           I couldn't pen the exact translation, for it is slightly lengthy. But the story is the same.

      
“Oh! God! I never expected such a fate. Even otherwise also who knows the next moment what would happen? “

Rambabu started examining the events and incidents that encased him within a short period of time. He was on the introspection about the talk, leapt out of his throat, “I had objected to their wedding. Am I wrong?” He weighed and weighed his words again and again.

 “You can do whatever you want and go wherever you like. I cannot accept that girl as my daughter-in-law. Don’t step in here again,” Rambabu set up a high yell, rude were his words and loud was his voice. Rambabu was an individual of an acceptable personality and amicable modernity in every walk of life. But he couldn’t bear with what his son spoke at that moment.

 Brahmins once were embellishing the society; knowledge and culture was their power. So, all of a sudden siding with his son on that matter was not in his Brahmin mind. It was beyond his imagination to have that girl as the bride to his residence.

“O! God, are you testing me? I feel sorry for what I said to my son,” Rambabu really thought it was the castigation for his action from Him to him.

Gopu,Rambabu’s son was a smart dynamic H.R manager in an M.N.C. He could substantially enhance the amount in his account because his emoluments were so exorbitant. He was an eligible bachelor with regard to education and job for the daughters of ambitious parents. And hence there was no dearth in proposal-entry to his house. But for all the ones Gopu stood facing the other side.
One day when Gopu nodded in negation for an attractive proposal, yes, Rambabu turned crimson with rage and asked, “Is there Shajahan’s granddaughter waiting for you?”

“Yes, I’ll marry even if a Christian or Muslim good looking girl proposes to me,” harsh and stiff was Gopu’s voice, which had never shed such audibility to Achchan so far.

Conversation between father and son was in a nutshell and somewhat a silence marched triumphantly there for some days. Gopu always sought the company of his Facebook friends and WhatsApp group.
Continuous persuasion of Amma made him fumble before a good proposal, “Amma, I don’t want to marry now. My dame…um… because…I don’t want  marriage at present.”

“Do you have anyone in your mind? If so tell us. We shall go for that.”

Though his tongue he didn’t vibrate, his mind was swinging between ‘to disclose or not '.
Finally, Gopu decided to unveil the secret. He had sold his soul to a cute smart Muslim girl named ‘Mehar’ who was ready for any sort of forfeit to obtain him. She was the younger sister of Gopu’s friend Naushad. His frequent visit to their dwelling had woven a pretty lace of love enthralling the lad to the lass. Both had decided to put off their union until the guardians' parts were affirmative. They lingered optimistic.

But the fact was crystal clear that no attempt from any person would bring forth an agreeing signal from any of the two families. In Gopu’s house explosive expletives, in thunderous loud were spilling from Achchan’s lips. When Achchan was at the edge of defeat, he tried some tactful steps. He shifted from scolding to advice. But no good it did, father’s advice fell in deaf ears and sowed no seed of deviation from his wish. So again he lost his temper, “You do whatever you want, don’t come here with that girl.”

Conversation between Gopu and Ram Babu did not come to the forefront. It hid in their minds itself. Only the very required stuff in ‘yeas and nays’ sustained there. As usual, dawn awoke them and night put them to sleep and other things rolled on the course of day time.

 And Mehar’s parents were also smart enough to play their negative role well. They walked far away from leniency, whereas Mehar stood adamant in her preference. Still, demos of proposals were being staged in both the houses irrespective of their ward’s discontent. Days delightfully spun their time on the wheels of day and night.

One day Gopu felt as if he had a small pain on his thoracic part when he sat merged in his official task. As time grew tall the pain also grew high. As he reached home two three hours before the time schedule, his limbs very speedily sought the abode of bed. Gopu used to complain of chest pain at times, but after a little rest and all, he became alright. They thought it was of acidity or some gaseous trouble. But this time it was a bit severe with some unbearable unease. And hence itself he agreed to take the advice of a doctor.

“Gopu has come home early from office today. He says about a chest pain. Better take him to a doctor,” Sumangala to Rambabu.

“What happened? Earlier also he had spoken about chest pain,” the loving father in Rambabu leaving aside all the sulks took his lone darling to the nearby hospital.

The checkup as usual passed through the procedure of ECG. The ECG led him to stress test, Echo and Angiogram etc. The result was shocking.

“Gopu has some valve problem which is entering the stage of acuteness. Don’t worry, for the time being, medicines will help him. But he may have to even go for heart transplantation. When we get a suitable heart, it is better to do that,” the doctor’s tone was though soothing, its firmness revealed the emergency.

 The parents couldn’t believe what the doctor said, “O! God our son, our blood, he is our heart.”  Words got wedged in their throat.

 For about a month he was in the hospital and after that, he was discharged from there on the condition that he will be kept at home, just as hospitalized. The hospital, his dear and near, his well-wishers and all others having a connection with them were on the lookout for a suitable heart for Gopu.

 Mehar, wedding, hospital expenses- insurance coverage was there-and everything had vanished from the parents’ minds. The watchword ‘suitable heart’ reigned in that house. Achchan swayed between office and house.  Temple visits of the parents in alternate turns increased in number. Prayers at home hiked in mass. Food met its reduced quantity. Lips forgot smiles and laughter. Minds burned. Hearts bled. The very calm prevailed in the inmates of that dwelling had perched elsewhere. 

“A heart. Where can we find one? This question was bubbling in their minds. The question mark of transplanting the heart hung in the entire terrain.  Then one day a very important call from the hospital alerted them, “Bring  Gopu immediately, we got a heart here. We’ll check if it will match him or not.”

A twenty-five-year-old, named Karim had met with an accident; brain death was the upshot. His parents wanted their darling’s body parts to provide life to the needy. So the couple donated them to the hospital. Fortunately, Karim’s heart was compatible with Gopu’s just as water to milk.
Within a few hours, the surgery took place and the patient was kept in intensive observation for a couple of days. Gopu expressed signals of revival and eventually everything got on track.

“Gopu is only twenty-eight and so nothing to worry about. There are cases that survived long after heart transplantation. Gopu will be one among them,” the doctor with a hearty smile. Karim’s heart started performing the music of ‘lub-Dub’ in Gopu. That heart didn’t say, “I am a Muslim, I will beat only in a Muslim’s body.”

“If that girl still hopes to marry my son, I’ll receive her wholeheartedly with stretched hands,” Rambabu repented for his heart of hearts.

"Nature has no religion or region nor does God have. Whatever comes in the way it accepts or discards. The self-oriented selfish men like me only build barriers between man and man. People pull religion to them for troubling the world," Rambabu murmured.

 The day of Gopu’s discharge had to receive some special guests in his house. A couple with two pairs of filled eyes were they, Karim’s parents- Fatima and Salim. They were watching Gopu even without batting their eyes. Fatima headed forward and sat by the side of Gopu..She put her hand on Gopu’s chest and whispered, “My son, my darling, you are alive, you are alive.” She slowly and softly kept her visage also on his chest and hugged him. The onlookers could not control their tears that showered as monsoon from their visual organs.  

Friday, October 2, 2015

ഹൃദയത്തിൻ ഹൃദയം!

 Part-2, since the story is slightly long I have posted it in two parts. The English version follows.

കുട്ടിക്കാലത്തവൻ അച്ഛൻറ്റെ കൈപിടിച്ചു കടയിൽ പോയതുംസ്കൂട്ടറിൻറ്റെ പിൻസീറ്റിലിരുന്നു സ്കൂളിൽപോയതും വഴക്കിട്ടു രാത്രിയിൽ ബിസ്കറ്റ് വാങ്ങിപ്പിച്ചതും. അമ്മ ഇഡ്ഡലി ഉണ്ടാക്കുമ്പോൾ ദോശയ്ക്കുവേണ്ടി വഴക്കിടുന്നതും പാലുകുടിയ്ക്കാതെ ഓടിനടക്കുമ്പോൾ അമ്മ പാലും കൊണ്ട് പിറകേ വരുന്നതുമെല്ലാം ഒരുസിനിമയുടെ ദൃശ്യങ്ങൾപോലെ  അവൻറ്റെ മനസ്സിൽക്കൂടി കടന്നുപോകുന്നു.

 

ആശുപത്രിയിൽനിന്നും വിടുതൽവാങ്ങി വീട്ടിൽ വന്നു. അച്ഛൻ ആഫീസിൽ പോകാൻ തുടങ്ങിയിട്ടുണ്ട്. അമ്മ അവനെ അതീവ ശ്രദ്ധയോടെ ശുശ്രൂഷിച്ചുകൊണ്ടിരിക്കുന്നു.

 എല്ലാവരും  അവരവരുടെ രീതിയിൽ ഗോപുവിനു പറ്റിയ ഹൃദയത്തിനു വേണ്ടി ശ്രമിച്ചു കൊണ്ടേയിരിക്കുന്നു.എവിടന്നു കിട്ടാൻ? രാംബാബുവും വനജയും  ഒരുയന്ത്രം പോലെ കാര്യങ്ങൾ ചെയ്യുന്നു.മനസ്സാണെങ്കിൽ ചിരട്ടയടുപ്പുപോലെ എരിഞ്ഞുകൊണ്ടിരിക്കുന്നു. പ്രാർഥനയുടെ പാരമ്യതയിൽ എത്തിനിൽക്കുന്നു.കാത്തിരുന്ന് ആശനശിച്ചപ്പോൾ ‘ഇനിയെന്ത്’ എന്ന ചോദ്യം ബാക്കി.

അപ്പോളതാ  ഒരുഫോണ്‍ വിളി. യാന്ത്രികമായി  ഫോണ്‍ എടുത്തപ്പോൾ അപ്പുറത്തെ തലയ്ക്കൽ നിന്നും ഗോപുവിൻറ്റെ  ഡോക്ടർ, " ഒരു ഹൃദയം കിട്ടിയിട്ടുണ്ട്.വേഗം ഗൊപുവിനെ എത്തിച്ചോളൂ."

 

ഒരുയുവാവിനു ബൈക്കപകടത്തിൽ മസ്തിഷ്ക മരണം സംഭവിച്ചിരിക്കുന്നു. അവൻറ്റെ ഹൃദയം ദാനം ചെയ്യാൻ  അവൻറ്റെ മാതാപിതാക്കൾ തയ്യാറാണ്.ഗോപുവിനു  ഭാഗ്യമുണ്ട്. അവൻറ്റെഹൃദയം പാലിൽ വെള്ളം ചേരുംപോലെ ചേരും.

 

 

കുറെ നാളത്തേയ്ക്ക് ശ്രദ്ധിയ്ക്കണംപിന്നീടു  കുഴപ്പമൊന്നും ഉണ്ടാകില്ല. ധാരാളം വർഷങ്ങൾ ഗോപുവിനു ജീവിയ്ക്കാൻ കഴിയും.മുടങ്ങാതെ പരിശോന വേണം." വിടുതൽ സമയത്ത് ഡോക്ടർ.

 

വിധിയുടെ വിളയാട്ടംഒരിക്കലും  ഇങ്ങനൊരനുഭവം വന്നെത്തുമെന്ന്  രാംബാബു വിചാരിച്ചില്ലദൈവം കൊടുത്ത ശിക്ഷയാണെന്നയാൾ കരുതി. അല്ലെങ്കിൽത്തന്നെ   ആർക്കറിയാം അടുത്ത നിമിഷം  എന്താണ് സംഭവിയ്ക്കാൻ പോകുന്നതെന്ന് ?

 “ഞാൻ  മുസ്ലിം കുട്ടിയെ വേണ്ടെന്നു പറഞ്ഞു. ഇപ്പോൾ ഇതാ മുസ്ലിം പയ്യന്റെ ഹൃദയം തന്നെ രക്ഷയ്ക്കെത്തി. ആ ഹൃദയം പറഞ്ഞില്ല - ഞാൻ മുസ്‌ലിമിൽ മാത്രമേ തുടിയ്ക്കൂവെന്ന്. ശരീരഭാഗങ്ങൾക്കും  രക്തത്തിനും ജാതിമതമില്ലല്ലോ.  മനസ്സിൽ  മാത്രമല്ലേയത്? അവർക്കു സമ്മതമെങ്കിൽ എന്റെ ഗോപുവിന്റെ വധു മെഹർതന്നെ,” അയാൾ നടന്നതൊക്കെ  മനസ്സിലിട്ടു  അളന്നു പശ്ചാത്തപിക്കുകയാണ്.

 ചികിത്സ കഴിഞ്ഞുഗോപുവീട്ടിൽഎത്തിയപ്പോൾ ആ പയ്യൻ, കരീമിൻറ്റെ ഹതഭാഗ്യരായ രക്ഷിതാക്കളും അവിടെ വന്നെത്തുന്നു.നിറമിഴികളോടെ കരീമിൻറ്റെയമ്മ, ഫാത്തിമ ഗോപുവിൻറ്റെ നെഞ്ചിൽ പതിയെ തടവി, തലോടി, എന്റ്റെ മകൻ...,അവർ വിതുമ്പി. കണ്ണുകളിൽ ഒരു മണ്‍സൂണ്‍തന്നെ  പെയ്തിറങ്ങി അച്ഛൻ,അലി,വിതുമ്പലടക്കിഗോപുവിനേതന്നെ നോക്കിനിന്നു.


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Wednesday, September 30, 2015

ഹൃദയത്തിൻ ഹൃദയം!


 This story comprises of two fragments.The successive part and English version will follow without any holdup.

Part-1


                      
ഹൃദയത്തിൻ ഹൃദയം!

 

 

 

രാംബാബു-ഒരു പൊതുമേഖലാ സ്ഥാപനത്തിൽ അൽപ്പം ഉയർന്ന ഒരു തസ്തികയിൽ ജോലിചെയ്യുന്നു.

 

അയാളുടെമകൻഗോപു ഒരു ബഹുരാഷ്ട്ര കമ്പനിയിൽ  H.R. വിഭാഗത്തിലെ പേഴ്സ്സിനുനല്ല ഘനം

 കൂടുന്ന ശമ്പളമുള്ള ജോലിയിൽ.  അതുകാരണം വിവാഹാലോചനകൾ    ക്ഷണിക്കപ്പെടാത്ത അതിഥികളായി പല വഴികളിൽകൂടി കടന്നുവന്നുകൊണ്ടിരിക്കുന്നു. എന്നാൽ നല്ല നല്ല പെണ്‍കുട്ടികൾക്കുപോലും അവൻറ്റെ കണ്ണുകൾ എന്തെങ്കിലും പോരായ്മ കണ്ടുപിടിക്കും. 

 

അമ്മ വനജ -നല്ലൊരു വീട്ടമ്മ.

 

 ഒരുദിവസം രാംബാബു ദേഷ്യം സഹിക്കവയ്യാതെ പറയുന്നു, "നിനക്കിനി ഷാജഹാൻറ്റെ കുടുബത്തിൽനിന്നും വല്ലവരും വരും.”

അല്പം ശബ്ദത്തോടു കൂടി ഗോപു പറഞ്ഞു, “ഒരു മുസ്ലിം ഗേളോ ക്രിസ്ത്യൻ ഗേളോ ആയാലും എനിക്കിഷ്ടമാണ്.”    

 

ദിനങ്ങൾ രാവുകൾക്ക്‌വേണ്ടി വഴിമാറി നടന്നുകൊണ്ടിരി ക്കുന്നു.  വിവാഹാലോചനകളും ഘോഷയാത്രയായി  വീട് ലക്ഷ്യമാക്കി വരുന്നുണ്ട്. പക്ഷെ  ഗോപുവിൻറ്റെ മനസ്സിൽ  നിന്നും അണുവിട പോലും അനുകൂലഭാവം  പുറത്തേയ്ക്കു വരുന്നില്ല .

 

ഒരു ദിവസം അമ്മ ഗോപുഅച്ഛൻ കേരളാ  മാട്രിമോണിയിൽ   ഒരുപാടു നോക്കുന്നുണ്ട്നീയും കൂടി ഒന്നച്ഛനെ സഹായിയ്ക്കു, നിനക്കു വേണ്ടിയല്ലേ?” 

 

ഞാൻ അമ്മേ, പിന്നെ. ഉം..മ്...

 

എന്താണ്?  നീ ആരെയെങ്കിലും കണ്ടുവെച്ചിട്ടുണ്ടോ?" അമ്മ വാത്സല്യപൂർവ്വം തിരക്കി.”

 

 

 “ഞാൻ ഒരു കുട്ടിയേ ഇഷ്ടപ്പെട്ടുപോയി. എൻറ്റെ കൂടെ ജോലി ചെയ്യുന്ന ഒരു ഫ്രണ്ടിന്റെ  സിസ്റ്ററാണ്. ഡിഗ്രിഅവസാനവർഷം. മെഹർ.

 

മെഹറോ, മുസ്ലിം കുട്ടിയോ?"

 

 വ്ശ്വസിക്കാനാകാതെ അമ്മ.

 

അച്ഛനറിഞ്ഞപ്പോൾ ഒരുപൊട്ടിത്തെറി,ഇവിടെ ഇതൊന്നും നടക്കില്ല.

 ആധുനിക ചിന്താ ഗതിക്കാരനായിരുന്നെങ്കിലും അയാളിലുള്ള ബ്രാഹ്മണ വ്യക്തി ഒരു ഇസ്ലാം മതത്തിൽപ്പെട്ട പെങ്കുട്ടി മകൻറ്റെ വേളിആയി വരുന്നതിനെ നഖശിഖാന്തം എതിർക്കുന്നു. രാംബാബുവിൽ തിളച്ചു പൊന്തിയ രോഷജലവുംപരുഷ ശബ്ദവും വാക്കുകളായി പുറത്തേയ്ക്കൊഴുകുന്നു. അമ്മഅനുകൂലിയ്ക്കുകയോപ്രതികൂലിയ്ക്കുകയോചെയ്യുന്നില്ല.

 

ഗോപു അതിൽനിന്നും ഒട്ടും വ്യതിചലിക്കാൻ തയ്യാറല്ല.

 വെടിപൊട്ടുന്നശബ്ദത്തിൽ അച്ഛൻ പറഞ്ഞു,"നിനക്കിഷ്ടമുള്ളത്‌ ചെയ്യാം.ഇവിടേയ്ക്ക് വരരുതെന്നു മാത്രം,"  . 

 

ഗോപു പിന്നീടതിനെക്കുറിച്ചൊന്നുംപറഞ്ഞില്ല. പക്ഷെ വിവാഹാലോച്ചനകളിൽ നിന്നും അവൻ കിലോമീറ്ററുകൾ ദൂരെ മാറി സഞ്ചരിക്കുന്നുഅച്ഛൻ തൻറ്റെ നിർബന്ധബുദ്ധിയിലും മകൻ അവൻറ്റെനിർബന്ധബുദ്ധിയിലും ഉറച്ചു നിൽക്കുന്നു.

 

പെൺകുട്ടി അവളുടെ വീട്ടുകാരുടെ കഠിനമായ എതിർപ്പുകൂട്ടാക്കാതെ "എന്തു വന്നാലും എനിയ്ക്ക്ഗോപു, ഗോപുവിനുഞാനും എന്ന വാശിയിൽത്തന്നെ.

 
രാവുകളും ദിനങ്ങളും സ്വന്തം  ചുമതലകൾ  നിറവേറ്റാൻ, ഇടം വലം നോക്കാതെ കടന്നുപോകുന്നു. 

ഇന്ന് ഗോപു ആഫീസ്സിൽ നിന്നും അല്പം നേരത്തേ വീട്ടിൽ വന്നു. അവനൊരു  ഒരു ചെറിയ നെഞ്ചു വേദന. വായു ശ്വാസകോശത്തിലേയ്ക്ക് കടക്കാൻ ഇത്തിരി മടികാണിയ്ക്കുന്നതു പോലെ. ഇടയ്ക്കു വല്ലപ്പോഴും ഒക്കെ ചെറിയഅസ്വസ്ഥത നെഞ്ചിൽ തോന്നിയിരുന്നുവെങ്കിലും ഇത്രയും ബുദ്ധിമുട്ടു തോന്നിയിട്ടില്ല. 
 

" പോയി ഒരു ഡോക്ടറെ കാണൂ കുട്ടീ," അമ്മ.

 "അത്രയ്ക്കൊന്നും ഇല്ല," ഗോപു.



അച്ഛൻ ആഫീസിൽ നിന്നും പതിവില്ലാതെ നേരത്തേയെത്തി.

അമ്മ, " ഗോപു നെഞ്ചുവേദന ആയിനേരത്തേ വന്നിട്ടുണ്ട്.ഒന്ന് ഡോക്ടറെ കാണാൻ പറയൂ."

അച്ഛൻറ്റെയും അമ്മയുടെയും നിർബന്ധം അവനെ ആശുപത്രിയിൽ എത്തിക്കുന്നു. അച്ഛനും അനുഗക്കുന്നു.ഇ.സി.ജി,സ്ക്യാനിംഗ്, ആൻജിയോഗ്രാം അങ്ങനെ പല പല കോണികളിൽക്കൂടി സഞ്ചരിക്കണം . ഫലം വന്നപ്പോൾ, “ഗോപുവിൻറ്റെ ഹൃദയ വാൽവ് അല്പം തകരാറിലാണ്," ടോക്ടർ.

 

 എല്ലാരും  മരവിച്ചുപോയി.

"അയ്യോ .... എന്തുചെയ്യും, ടോക്ടർ" വേവലാതിയോടെ  അച്ഛൻ രാംബാബു.

 

"കാര്യമായ തകരാറുണ്ട്. ഹൃദയം മാറ്റൽ ശസ്ത്രക്രിയ വേണ്ടി വരുംകുറച്ചു നാൾ മരുന്നുകൾ മതിയാകുംപക്ഷെ മാറ്റിവയ്ക്കേണ്ടി വരും,” സാന്ത്വനിപ്പിക്കുന്നുണ്ടെങ്കിലും ഉറപ്പിച്ചുതന്നെ ഡോക്ടർ.

“ ചെറുപ്പമായതുകൊണ്ട്‌ പറ്റിയ ഒരുഹൃദയം കിട്ടിയാൽ രക്ഷപ്പെടും"

 

 പറ്റിയ ഹൃദയം എവിടെക്കിട്ടാൻഎൻറ്റെ പൊന്നുമോൻ അവനിനിയും അധികകാലംഇല്ലേ?ഈശ്വരാ,” ഇടറുന്ന ശബ്ദത്തിൽ രാംബാബു.

 

"നമുക്കുനോക്കാം. നിരാശപ്പെടണ്ടാ."

 

ഗോപുവാണ് അവരുടെ എല്ലാം. ഹൃദയം. ഹൃദയത്തിൻ ഹൃദയം. വിവരം അറിഞ്ഞപ്പോൾ  അമ്മ, വനജയുടെകണ്ണിൽനിന്നും കണ്ണീർ ധാരധാരയായി  ഒഴുകിക്കൊണ്ടേയിരിക്കുന്നു .ഒന്നും  മിണ്ടാൻ  കെല്പില്ല . പാവം! അവരുടെ ഹൃദയം നുറുങ്ങി

 

ആശുപത്രിയിലും വീട്ടിലും ഫാർമസിയിലും ഒക്കെയായിതുടരുന്നു ദമ്പതികളുടെ ജീവിതം. അവർ  മാറി മാറി  ക്ഷേതങ്ങൾ  കയറി ഇറങ്ങുന്നു. അവർക്കാഹാരമില്ല, നല്ല വസ്ത്രം വേണ്ടാ, ഉറക്കം കുറയുന്നു, സംസാരം ചുരുങ്ങുന്നു.സദാ മകനേക്കുറിച്ചുള്ള ചിന്ത.

 

ദൈവമേ, ഞങ്ങളുടെ ഒരേ ഒരു മകൻ, അവനില്ലാത്ത

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