HJUNOTTSMANATHR - a tribute to my wife

The beast wakes up yawning, into the blog-world, after months of deafening silence. Hi folks. Hope you all are doing just great. Thanks. I can hear your “How are you?”s. I am just doing fine too.

We both thumbed up to each other for a hitchhike to a life-long ride together. And you know what? That hitchhiking worked. Not before a month, we were “in hiding” or “hjunottsmanathr” which refers to “the abduction of a bride from neighboring village.” “His friends assured his and her safe keeping and kept their whereabouts unknown. Once the bride's family gave up their search, the bride groom returned to his people.”¹. But we let our stakeholders know our whereabouts. And we called it “The Honeymoon”.

Let me tell you that this pilgrimage of a different kind was a treat served to the self. We trod by varied means to reach what I call the most beautiful place I had been to, Manali, Kullu District, Himachal Pradesh, India. At the dusk of the second day of reaching Manali, I decided I write a chronicle.

The Chain of blogs following this one, will indeed speak the breadth of the journey, though not in its entirety ;) I earnestly owe to dedicate these to my wife, the progenitor of the very thought of seeing the very place.

So keep your fingers crossed. I am coming ...

¹ Origin of the Honeymoon Tradition

Waiting at the bell

[Disclaimer: This is an imaginary piece of work in its entirety and does not have any concurrence with any of your real-world instance; If any of you found this similar to any of your real-life instances, I assure you that it is purely a coincidence.]

Waiting at the bell, she conquered

her wheting desires of a sweet call;

seconds … thirds and fourths ran

clogging and never like a water fall;

she began to wait for hundreds of dozens

of time-units that steadied with a crawl;

not a call yet, not a tone yet.

She waited to conquer -

She waited to conquer -

Waiting at the bell, she conquered

the memories of her recent past;

her loved one soothing her in all happenings

that weren’t bitter and never last;

she roamed her living-room for she would hear

that 'tring' beckoning her fast;

she was happy 'then' and never now,

She waited to conquer -

She waited to conquer -

Waiting at the bell, she conquered

a message from her next born one;

took the instance to her credit and

moved a bit far to her loved one;

she probed him: ‘where is He? Is He there still –

as his call would be prompt in any case,

even if it has a fee’;

She waited to conquer -

She waited to conquer -

Waiting at the bell, she conquered

with her saying: the deed weighs a trivial pound,

but the heart and the mind for that endeavor

do weigh a trillion, two cents-per-cent;

he was awed for a while, caught in ignominy before

steadily buzzing that he had work;

she too wanted to say that she has one; but

She waited to conquer -

She waited to conquer -

Waiting at the bell, she conquered

a thought – uneasy and not so congenial;

she uttered to ‘end it all’ – does it endorse

a solution? she unfelt so, nevertheless, asserted otherwise;

he was shocked, and she was emotion-struck;

priceless liquid crystals rolling over his cheeks, and

hers was denser – all these sentiments were over the wire; but

She waited to conquer -

She waited to conquer -

Waiting at the bell, she conquered

the inquiry about a piece of paper, dated a week back;

neither a sniff, nor a whisper hung around

when the issue was at the rack;

she mumbled that this subject existed during their biking along the streets, but

all through, his discussions deficient in talking about it;

His panting consequential of rapid cycling forbade his speech? She guessed;

still she inquired of his hidden openness; and

She waited to conquer -

She waited to conquer -

Waiting at the bell, she conquered

a giggle from him for her query

being – ‘Is she worried in your absence?’ After moments

of over-working thought processes, the reply quoted ‘I don’t know ’;

she found the answer long back and kept saying ‘It’s there in thy mouth;

and I shall never want to hear them unless thou shall deliver’;

his words coagulated and his breathing pendulum sped;

priceless liquid crystals rolling over his cheeks, and

hers was denser – all these sentiments were over the wire; but

She waited to conquer -

She waited to conquer -

Waiting at the bell, she conquered

and stumbled upon the sniffles of his weep;

for a moment, she felt her world was dying on her earpiece;

even, his universe was muted amidst a few hundred decibels polluting around;

he unwrapped his biological warmth from within, opened his mouth: “I Love Thee”;

priceless liquid crystals rolling over his cheeks, and

hers was denser – all these sentiments were over the wire;

moments of silence, moments of tranquility, moments of smiles

contaminated by the left-over sobs filled their cosmos; seconds … thirds and fourths ran;

She conquered;

yet she was conquered.

Where do I belong?

Mind interrogates: “Why do you spend too much time on trivial ideas? Because you want the output the way you like or just because you want others to hold you appreciating? whatever … you belong to me”.

Care mumbled: “Helping is your forte, son. Keep it coming”.

Self Confidence immediately counter-argued: “Self-help is the best help. You are always my cup of tea … oh sorry … I am your cup of tea … Come on, never bother, it’s one and the same”.

Guesses assured: “Be it bad or good, You always do me … ha ha ha … Hope I don’t sound too bad or too obvious” [smiles with a grin].

English scribbled: “I want you to be my steersman; but you abscond every now and then!”

Energy jumped up: “You belong to the food, thought or food for thought? No, No …” [Being possessive] “You belong only to me”.

Simplicity yelled amidst an uncharacteristic asphyxiation: “goh goh doh” [coughs] “You belong to me, dude! But … to hell with your writings”.

Money was tormented: “You say you are not really interested in me! What the heck am I doing inside your wallet that is so hot at your back?”

Immediately Love enquired: “You belong to Theism or Atheism? I think you go with the latter …. Hmm I am confused, you brat”.

Hard work was dropping a ‘Hi’ to my commitment: “Huh, you are still with this chap?”.

Anger is infuriated now: “Don’t you belong to me, time and again?”

Darkness was afraid: “Why are you here? You don’t dare to drive me away.”

My failures are amused: “How did you ever survive?” [Interruption from cockroaches]

Cockroaches asserted: “You are the worst nocturnal beast I have ever seen” [runs away into his grove owing to the fear of being stamped to death].

My failures gave a laugh and continued from where it left: “How did you ever survive? You belong to this world, buddy”.

I grunted: “Ooopps! … Still they call me 'buddy' ?”.

Success was proud and responded to Failures: “You know the answer now? It is because I am his den”.

Time screamed out loud: “I would have made you stay in that den longer had you kept catching me. But I am running away, you lazy goose”.

Twists-in-life screeched: “Still, you belong to your instincts, man”.

[Silence for a long time].

I gave out a sigh of relief: “Phew … At last they let me think where I belong!”

[I was thinking for a couple of hours]

“I do belong to all of them, don’t I?”