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FICTION and FANTASY -02 UGLY STONE

November 26, 2021 FICTION and FANTASY No comments

🪨 KURUP -KALLU 💎

(UGLY STONE)

On the evening of August 1995 an AUGUST GATHERING was present at GOA , INDIA to honour an ultimate achiever an ARCHAEOLOGICAL LEGEND MR.SHIVA SHIGGAON for his lifetime work as an archeologist who had dedicated his work for his country and its HISTORICAL HERITAGE . As the evening progressed to starry night Chief guest honoured MR.SHIVA and gave a speech about the archeologist's achievements and how the country is proud to have a citizen like him and how younger generations should learn from his work .Finally the archeologist Mr.Shiva gave his speech which included a heartfelt thanks to his country and its government and to all the people who helped him in his work in all those 40 yrs of his career.

As the program came to an end at 10.30pm after dinner ,Mr.Shiva got ready to bid good bye to the crowd and rush to the airport to catch his midnight flight ✈ to his home city BANGALORE along with his teen grand daughter NAINA who accompanied him on this trip of his lifetime work's celebration.

As the archaeologist boarded the flight at 12 AM ,he made sure he sat down at a WINDOW seat with his grand daughter next to him.

Now as the grand daughter had taken a nap during the previous evening at the event she didn't get sleep and was awake with fresh face even at 12AM on the flight and ofcourse Mr.Shiva was also awake and ofcourse how can he sleep after such a wonderful evening.

As the grandpa and grand daughter settled down and the flight took off,grand daughter started a conversation by congratulating her grandpa and asking him a question "THATHA (GRANDPA) you were felicitated for your life time's work just few hours back , how do you feel?".

Grandpa (Mr.Shiva) replied " Wonderful my child...I feel immensely Happy and Blessed."

Now NAINA asked her grandpa " THATHA I have seen so many movies and read so many books about Archeology and Archeologists, and many movies present them as some person or people who are specially blessed or lucky to have searched and found or unearthed historical things in our world ,and have unleashed their mystery. Do you think it's true?"

Grandpa replied "To some extent we are portrayed in that manner ,but an archeologist 's work is not just fascinating its risky also ,it should also be kept in mind my child."

Now the teen continued" DO you think THATHA that everyone's life has a purpose ?"

To answer to this Grandpa smiled with his DENTIST'S awarded teeth and replied -" Let me tell you a story to make you understand this my smart child."

The grandpa started to tell a story from his past-" Now Iam 65 yrs old but when I was around 26 years old I was working on thesis for my post graduation to submit to my UNIVERSITY and had visited a village called Karadibetta a village situated between famous SAUNDATTI -GODDESS TEMPLE town and SWEET PEDA CITY DHARWARA in North -Karnataka ,a place suggested to me by my guide as it was village with BRITISH history, as many Britishers used that village as a headquarters to carry out their work, and as storehouse for their weapons and looted wealth from our country.

Grandpa continued as NAINA listened to him with curiosity-" I was given shelter at a village head's house as there were no lodges in that village.The owner's name was Mr.Nagappa and he stayed with his wife Mrs.Ningi.They welcomed me with huge love and respect as they had no children of their own and were very happy to have me in their company ,for a short period of two days of my stay.Their house was a huge one, and was filled and mounted with old artefacts on walls and ceiling.

The owner asked me to have breakfast as I had arrived very early morning of a Friday of January month 1956 .I had breakfast and informed them about my arrival's purpose.

They told me to take rest and told they will call one of their friend Mr.SHEKAR who will take me on tour of historical places situated in their village which will be helpful for me.

I agreed and went to the small room they had reserved for me as guest room in their old and huge house to take a nap after long journey and tasty village styled breakfast on arrival -(JOWAR BUNS with pickle and curd)."

During this time the flight's ✈ attendant looked at the grandpa and grand -daughter duo and offered to bring them coffee for which the two nodded in YES.

The girl sipped on coffee ☕ and asked grandpa-" then what happened THATHA?"

Mr.Shiva continued " In the evening the old couple took me to their pooja home in their house and told to perform pooja to their Deity which would bring me good luck in my studies and work, and told me to break a coconut 🥥 as an offering to God on a Stone kept just outside their pooja home to which I abided and broke a coconut on the Stone as an offering in a single shot and found that the coconut was off or spoilt inside to which the old lady exclaimed it is -"Good luck " as it is said if the coconut is spoilt on inside it brings luck in their religious belief, to which I took a breath of relief.

I then waited for their friend to come ,and evening snacks were ready for us to savour ,and the tour guide- old lad Mr.Shekhar showed up.

We sat in veranda of the house and savored on the snacks and evening "C H A"(tea) after customary introduction of myself to the tour guide.

I asked the old person "Mr.Shekharji I am really baffled about my UNIVERSITY guide 's decision to send me to this village for study 📖 for submission of my thesis in Archaeology.As I don't know what is so special and what is there in this small village of yours?"

To which the old man replied "let me tell you a story of our village and ofcourse about our younger days under BRITISHRAJ".

(Yes guys I'm Nolan of Writers "STORY INSIDE A STORY"...HE HE...)

COMING BACK TO STORY....

Mr .Shekhar started his narration by churning Sunna and Thambaku (limestone and tobacco combination used as recreation in some Villages of INDIA )in his left palm with right thumb-

"Look son we were 4 friends or you can also call us freedom fighters -NAGAPPA , MYSELF , SANTYA and SHANKAR. We always stayed together from our childhood days ,and did everything together (old man Nagappa giggled ,and the lady took-off from veranda and went into kitchen ). This house actually belonged to Mr.Shankar our beloved friend who passed away in his thirty's and left us.Ok leave it ,before that we use to work as agriculturists and Santya had his own BLACK AND WHITE COWS 🐄 which he milked to earn his livelihood ,and we rest toiled in the lands.

We three once had got a news from our villagers that a new cart containing all the gold looted by British officials was coming to our village and it was supposed to be kept safe at headquarters, which is actually Post office in today's time as it is a very big building in our village next to our bus stand in our village.

We 4 friends planned to loot it as I wanted to be rich and santya wanted to buy more cows and Nagappa wanted to start businesses and our Shankar wanted to teach Britishers a lesson and also to take very good care of his wife Ningi ."

"But?"- I interrupted and looked at both old men in confusion .

To which Nagappaji replied-

"Look son ,don't jump to any conclusions, coming back to story, we all 4 friends went to loot that headquarters on one night of a NEW MOON 🌚 ,as we had got news that along with gold ,silver and other metals ornaments there was a DIAMOND which was stolen from a king of South Indian province which was worth lakhs in those Times ⏲ and also was stored in that storehouse of head quarters along with other looted wealth.

We all 4 decided that Santya will keep the guards outside storehouse occupied and will keep a watch ,and we other 3 will get into the storehouse from above of the building by removing tiles of the roof.

As we 3 jumped in at midnight ,the store was pitch dark and was filled with loot from various parts of INDIA .We all three filled up our gunny bags with the looted wealth ,and were about to escape when the guards heard the noise of our movements inside the store house and started-to-whistle to call other guards 💂‍♂️ due to suspicion of robbery.

Santya ran away ,me and Shekhar got out fast ,but our Shankar got caught by them and was shot down to death, and it was a big news for many days to come and Britishers held it up as an advertisement of punishment to those who crossed their paths."

Both old men took a deep breath and were silent for few minutes.

As the old lady came back from kitchen and asked-" is your story narration over ?"

And turned towards me and said -" see son tomorrow you go with Mr.Shekharji to that old storehouse and headquarters and look for anything which would help you in your studies."

And she told to her husband -" look ji take him to village market and to village's oldest Jain monastery, and to your friend Santya's home and get back by dinner time."

To which old man nodded, and we all 3 left to market after few minutes.

As I visited oldest Jain monastery with both the old persons accompanying me, I told to Mr.Shekharji to explain about its history and importance and made notes about it.

Later we all 3 went to Mr.Santya 's house ,as we entered his house a young lad who was Santya's son- Mr.Ram welcomed us.

As we entered in we saw an old man with a broken arm lying on a wooden bed ,with fragile body in Veranda ,who was introduced to me as Mr.Santya by the two old men I accompanied.

By this time NAINA was tired and told to her grandpa -"THATHA I will lie back into seat and will listen to your story "

For this Mr.Shiva smiled to his grandchild and continued his story.

As we three sat in Veranda of Santya's house we were served Nimbu Sharbat (LEMONADE) as we were tired of walking around the village.

As we sipped on the drink, Ram asked -How is the drink?"

To which Mr.Shekarji replied -" It's elixir my son ,but not as tasty as out sister and Nagappa 's wife NINGI prepares ,what do you say Nagappa ,that's why Shankar called her with love Nim..."

"Shekhar!?!?" - Mr .Nagappa spoke with very heavy voice and interrupted the line of Shekarji.

To that bedridden Santya replied " Let him speak Nagappa ,everybody knows ,NINGI was married to Shankar but as he passed away ,you married her .To the world you are a hero who married a widow .But..."

Santya stopped.

And everybody looked at each other in silence.

Mr.Nagappa broke the silence after few seconds with a laugh and announced to everyone- that we have to leave as his wife is alone at home, and we left Santya 's house after thanking for their hospitality.

We dropped Mr.Shekhar to his house and came back to Mr.Nagappa's abode.Had dinner and went to bed.

Next day morning I woke up at 10 AM ,and again I was told to offer a coconut 🥥 as offering during morning pooja after taking bath,and I broke it over the same stone next to pooja home.This time it was a good coconut,and I was happy.

The old lady gave me stomach full breakfast and ,then old man of the house took me to the biggest building in the village or the old BRITISH Headquarters or present day Post 📫 office .

Where I made notes about its history and artefacts for about 6 hrs .

And later that evening we visited HANUMAN TEMPLE of the village near the oldest dwelling/ houses of the village.It is believed that in that place many bears 🐻 lived in the past in Lord Rama's period centuries ago ,thats why the village is called "Karadi"(bear) "betta "(hilly place).

The night 🌙 went the same as previous day .and next day I woke up at 10 AM again and wanted to leave the place as early as possible as my work there was done and mosquitoes of the village had romanced enough with me.

I offered my prayers to God in pooja home of the house and offered coconut by breaking in one shot on the Stone.

The old couple were very happy with my good behavior ,and asked me to ask anything which they could give to me as a token of their reminder to me .

Now the sleepy grand daughter NAINA asked -" What did you ask the old couple THATHA?"

Mr.Shiva continued-

" I asked them if they could give me the STONE next to their pooja home as I would keep it as their reminder, as I felt they were very pious and religious "

To which the old couple happily agreed and gave me the Stone which was around 3 kilos approximately but was very strong as it had not broken all those years to offering of coconuts.

I packed my bags and books, and was ready to leave for evening train from the village to Bangalore at 5pm .

Mr .Shekhar also came to greet me good-bye at Mr.Nagappa's house.

The old couple called their house help and told to get the cart ready as the old couple wanted to drop me personally to train station .

We reached the station and I got into my compartment and settled down on the window seat,so that I can wave Bye- Bye to the old couple.

The train was 15 mins late as many goods were being unloaded at the station.

The old man came near to window and said -

" Son we didn't pack you anything for the road ,let me get some idlis (rice cakes) available at station for you " ,and he hurried near the only old stall of the station.

The old lady came to the window and said -

" Son have a safe journey.

But I'm very impressed with your good behavior and manners ,your parents must be very proud of you.I am really surprised that you asked us for a STONE as a reminder of your trip to our village."

The old lady wiped tears from her eyes.

I slid near to window to speak to the old lady and said -

" NIMBE NINGI !!! it's me your SHANKAR ,you may think it as a miracle or God 's will ,I m born again in this world to see yours and others pathetic life who all killed me without mercy just for some piece of DIAMOND stolen from that British Headquarters.

I know you ,NAGAPPA ,SHEKHAR and SANTYA killed me on that night of robbery .

Ningi was taken aback by the Archeologist's words and was speechless.

I continued in my uncontrolled emotional outburst-

wipe those crocodile tears of yours ,after I escaped somehow from those Britishers and came back home ,you and other 3 waited for me to acquire the diamond and gold which was with me ,but as soon as I entered the home I planted the Diamond near our pooja home and went up the stairs to my room, where you waited with other 3 for my arrival.And then tortured me to get the Stone, in the fight I broke Santya 's arm and you hit me with an old iron rod over my head to which I fell unconscious and died.Then you married Nagappa the love of your life just after few days of your husband's death means my death.WHAT A CHARACTER YOU HAVE WOMAN?? YOU ARE THE WORST OF ALL THE 4 WHO KILLED ME. The Stone which I'm taking with me is the Diamond which I got from English men's headquarters that night. So I asked for it and as you guys didn't know about it you gave it away,thinking of it as an UGLY STONE of no value...."

"As I was about to complete my words ,train started and old lady looked in teary eyes towards me and fell unconscious after taking few steps back ,and Mr.Nagappa was stuck at IDLI stall and didn't come to meet me again as train left from station at a very fast pace... "- old man MR.SHIVA looked at his grand daughter for her reaction to this ,but to his surprise NAINA was in deep sleep and didn't listen to the ending of his REAL story.

To which Mr.Shiva slid near window of his flight ✈ seat with a smile to look outside at clouds in night ,as he did when the train left KARADIBETTA to Bangalore years back ,telling to himself "somethings even Nature wants to keep as secret".

(KARMA HAS ITS OWN WAY OF DOING JUSTICE.😎)

--Dr.B-rainbow-91

FICTION and FANTASY -01 TIME TRAVELLER GIRL

October 16, 2021 FICTION and FANTASY No comments

🧭 SAMAY YATRINI 🕰

(Time Traveller Girl)

An evening of April 1991, sat I at the shore of Lake Nili kere in the village named Vimanapatna in the city of sweets of north karnataka. Some myth is around the name of the village that centuries ago a scientist of Kadambar dynasty invented the first plane which was crashed during its flight test in our village and thus the name was given to pay tribute to the scientist and his work.

Oh sorry.....forgot to introduce myself , I am JAIDEV KUMAR a ten year old boy -student of 4th std of govt school of Vimanapatna ,son of a school teacher (science teacher).

My father had once mentioned that I was born on the same date on which the scientist who crashed the plane in our village was born centuries ago.( Don't know whether it's true but that's the way parenting works in India to encourage kids to study...phew).

Yeah I know you connected with me on that one..

So the story is not about plane or astrology or parenting, it's about me and my dream of inventing a time travel vehicle so that I can travel back in time to tell the scientist about the mistake he did during the flight so that he can land safely and doesn't end up killing himself in crash.But as many say to me that Iam a child of many imaginations and the time doesn't work that way as many theories, phenomenon, hypothesis point out its possible to time travel to future but to travel back is not possible. And of course many in village thought I'm crazy at 10 what would I be in future with such impossible junk ideas which resembled imaginary stories of feature films.

On the science exhibition day in Jan 1991, at our school I had made an experimental display of how plants release oxygen by using carbon dioxide and it took 2 days to capture the oxygen and I had to lit a match at the opening of apparatus where the oxygen (little quantity produced due to the small size of the plant in apparatus ) was present beneath the cork placed to block its escape.The spectacled teacher with half dyed moustache who was judging the exhibition came to me and asked to demonstrate the work I had done for the exhibition, I did ,I lit the match as I removed the cork,it sparkled few seconds at the opening of apparatus due to concentrated oxygen at the opening and I saw with amazement that this would be my moment of becoming renowned as next scientist of Vimanapatna , as I turned my head up towards the judge his eyes met mine and he asked "Can you show it again?" and I was like -"No sir it was captured after the wait for 2 days ,I can't do it again as I may need 2 days again to demonstrate it".

But the judge nodded in disappointment and told he didn't see anything come out of the opening of apparatus nor the lit match stick sparkled ,as he passed by to the next table contestant.

My father who was the teacher in my school stood at the door of the exhibition room entry and saw the discontent in my eyes and signaled his hand to me not to worry.(You know he meant S#!t happens).

Sorry for the language..

As I rode back to my home with my father in his HERO bicycle he asked -

-"Son what are you planning for next exhibition?"

I with no intention to tell my father that I no longer want to participate in such exhibitions I replied - "Time Travel Vehicle".

Father replied - "Great, would love to see that by next year".

I really had that plan but within a year it was not possible.

The next day with lots of pain in my heart about my failed exhibit the previous day I sat along the shore of NILI KERE lake to just count the fishes swimming to the side of lake to get their food.

A girl in her teens selling tender coconuts also came to the shore and washed her belongings and sat after quenching her thirst with the sweet water of the lake.

She saw me and asked - "are you from around ?"

I with hesitation replied "yes".

( The hesitation is due to the Indian parenting constitution-don't talk to strangers, don't eat what strangers offer and even they can kidnap you).

Yes you again connected with me..

The girl continued -" why are you so silently sitting at the shore alone?"

"DONT you have any friends to play along?"

I said -" I have but I'm not in mood today"

She offered me a coconut.

Of course I declined .

( Remembered Mom's angry face)

The girl asked again what's the issue ?

I narrated my mini biography and my dream and drama of the day before to her.

She started laughing holding her stomach and after ending with irritating giggles she said-

" FOR such small issue a small boy like you sitting at the shore of lake and worrying doesnt make sense "

My face turned red.

The girl spoke with intense voice -"But"..

I asked -"what but..?"

She replied -"TIME TRAVEL makes sense".

Now I rolled on the shore with laughter, a coconut selling girl talking about Time travel possibility with a science student like me -I thought in mind .

She packed all her things to leave and said - " hey- chote babu (small guy) ,every thing is possible in this world of ALMIGHTY ,only thing is you should give a try but with full sincere effort".

And she left.

I also strolled back to my home,it was evening 5pm.

My father was waiting with a charming face (how it looked after clean shave and lots of talcum powder on face ), with my mom ready with make up to leave for a evening movie show of Dr.KUMAR (the superstar of karnataka of whom my parents were great fans).It was an old movie of 1960s which was re-released in colour again .

I declined, but my father gave a look and I had to agree and walked along with them to the near by movie show tent which played the movie .

But all the way I was thinking about the girl I met,she seemed she was not from our village and her accent also didn't match our verbal dialect.And the main thing which poked me inside was her agreement to my idea of time travel -to which the whole village and my friends had laughed all the time.

I just sat next to my parents and started to watch the movie once we entered the movie tent ,the hero entered and the heroine danced to his songs and family drama broke out ,in a scene where I was about to get sleep like all the kids of my age would get during a family drama movie ,hero asked heroine if she would like to have some tender coconut to drink? ,to which heroine nodded -yes in agreement.

And then in the next scene there she was the coconut selling girl I met on the shore of the lake that day earlier ,selling coconuts to our hero on the screen ,I got shocked ,jumped to the edge of my seat and rubbed my eyes till they became red and wide open .To my surprise it was her ,the same girl I met on the lake shore .

How is this possible I asked to myself?

It's an old movie ,how the same girl can be there?

And it was like she turned towards me and smiled in the end of the scene ,and left after offering coconuts to our couple on screen.

And I really went n@ts..!!???!!!?

Again sorry for the language..

After the movie we had dinner at restaurant near by and came back home.

All night I didn't sleep.

And after months, I sat at the shore of the NILI kere lake (that is as I mentioned in the start about evening of April 1991) ,I thought and asked to myself the same question I had been asking to myself everyday since months that- "Who was that girl?"

"Why she met me?"

"Is she any magic girl? Or Jeannie?

"Did she meet me to convince me to continue my work on time travel?"

" Will I be able to invent a Time Travel Vehicle and travel back to save the SCIENTIST?"

" Will I ever get to see the girl again?"

"Was she any angel who was sent to meet me by the God?"

Or....

"Was she a -

TIME TRAVELLER - 'SAMAY YATRINI ' ?

-Dr.B-rainbow-91