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Chapter 5 The Truncated Communication

  • Nehrubali,
  • the big playground by the side of Kalong River somehow even smelt wonderfully
  • nostalgic. This was the very place where Vasu and Dhruva had their first puff
  • of Cigarette as adolescents. The duo sat silently on the steps by the river
  • bank. The flowing river and the rattling branches of the nearby trees added
  • life to the prevailing silence. Looking at nowhere, Vasu said, “I still
  • remember the when we bunked our first class in college and proved ourselves
  • being grown up by lighting our first flames here. How foolish we were!”
  • Drona
  • couldn’t help himself bursting the silence with a demonic laughter.
  • “You are the same man, Vasu, the emotional thinker”. Saying so,
  • he took out a packet of Wills Filter and opened it in a stylish way.
  • “One for the future Doctor, and one for the Engineer”.
  • But the conversation was disturbed in the middle.
  • “Drona, I left the job”.
  • “What the hell ##!!!!, you left the job....... but why?”
  • Drona raised both his palms on the either side and made a gesture of confusion. “But... why yaaara(friend)?”
  • “OK, let’s go home, Maa will be worried”.
  • “But Vasu, I didn’t have my answer”.
  • Vasu prepared his mind to speak out everything that encountered in Guwahati. But the higher energy which was still governing Vasu’s present life wouldn’t allow Vasu to be considered an abnormal by the laymen. As Vasu Started to speak, the sky showed signs of rain and somewhere nearby, howling of stray dogs obstructed their conversation. Vasu still kept on speaking but Drona’s attention was diverted to a different astral plane.
  • “So, what do you think Drona?”
  • “Ummm, it happens sometimes”, Drona replied in a lethargic tone as if he woke up from a momentary trance.
  • “Though odd, it happened to you, you realized it, for you its true, and for me it’s true since I believed in you, though I didn’t realized it. Lets hurry home, it will rain soon”.
  • Vasu was surprised at Drona’s behaviour. They walked hurriedly and Vasu was confirmed that Drona didn’t listened anything. Drona left Vasu’s place. Thing seems coming back in track. Vasu’s regular routine continued but Mr. Kaushik totally stopped communicating with him. In fact, they had a little communication in the past and now as situation worsened, there is no question of communication.
  • Time seemed to have become stagnant for Vasu. He didn’t have even a single penny now, whereas he was earning a handsome salary in VIBS. “I will have to go out in search of my lost identity”.
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  • “Maa, I am going out”. Vasu shouted.
  • Akangshya smiled and asked, “Where?”
  • In fact she started behaving more friendly after Vasu’s return from Guwahati.
  • “My room is totally empty; I thought it would be better if I go for M.B.A. I need a guide Maa, for the entrance”.
  • “It’s OK dear, let your Dad come; I will give you the money”. Vastav remained silent and
  • was totally surprised at her way of speaking.
  • “Take this Rs.100 and have a stroll in the market”.
  • Vasu went out for an unknown terrain.
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  • “Don’t give him a single penny, I am going to Guwahati. I have to know what went on there. I will return by the Kalangpar Express at 9:00 P.M.”.
  • As Vasu walked on, Akangshya bade him bye but was disturbed by what Mr.Kaushik had instructed her at the very beginning of the day.
  • “Don’t give him a single penny”
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  • Nagaon is an amazing town. You can get all your requirements at a very cheap rate on the flying stalls at the footpath whereas for the
  • wealthy's there are branded
  • showrooms and Marts. The things there may not be good but they have a tag, a
  • brand.......it’s enough for the upper class. The common man has to satisfy
  • themselves by a simple criticism.... “The things are not good, just have a
  • tag”. But Vasu’s mind was searching something which he forgot. As Vasu passed
  • the footpath near Nowgong College, a poster at the footpath caught his
  • attention in which was written in bold letters, “A QUIET LIFE GIVES SWEET
  • DELIGHT”, and a scene of an extremely cold region, all huts covered with ice.
  • It reminded him of the time in ALFRESCO, which at that time led him to saturation
  • of human thoughts............. an unexplainable, unbelievable encounter.
  • “How much will I have to pay for this?”
  • “Rs.10, Sir”.
  • The salesman
  • took the note putting a fake smile stared at Vasu. But Vastav didn’t even check
  • what he got, rolled the poster and vanished in seconds.
  • 00000000000000000000000000000000
  • The sun rose above and all the seven colors of the spectrum combining together shone into a white hue. Vasu stopped in one end of the ADP Bridge, stared at the sun and wondered.............
  • “White hue....the same hue looks different in different intervals of the day. It’s almost noon now”. Lost in his thoughts he proceeded unknowingly. As he reached the middle of the bridge, a bright light struck his face forcing him to look from where it originated. Vasu took a quick turn and looked at the water in the Kalong River. The image of the sun was dazzling from the water. Vasu realized
  • the situation but staring at the Kalong, he shouted.....” The communication was unfinished, truncated.......a hopeless communication”. A deep frown in Vasu’s face showed signs of his mental pull to the right track.
  • “No, Drona, you are not the one who will understand me”.
  • “Oh Shiva, Show me the way”
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  • “I have turned each and every page of the Corporate
  • Paathshaala, edition 2008 but didn’t got any name Vastav Kaushik. Mr.
  • Kumar, do you know that guy”.
  • “Vastav Kaushik, how can I forget his name Miss Enaya? He was the
  • college topper who took our College to its extremes by his results. But you got
  • the wrong information Mam. He was of batch 2000. By the way, who told you that
  • Vasu was of batch 2008?
  • Enaya took a deep breath of sigh.
  • “This Sanchi will make me mad; really she is an incomprehensible, unpredictable character.
  • “Sorry, I meant to say, it was Sanchita who told me that Vasu is of batch 2008. In fact, I came to meet her today”.
  • “Sanchita......now Mam Sanchita, an interesting character, isn’t it. Will you believe Mam
  • Enaya, if I say, Vasu and Sanchita were of the same batch”.
  • “How can it be”, Enaya shouted in excitement.
  • “I never got in touch with someone known as Vastav”.
  • “Mam, you were in this college for just three years and I Mr. Kumar is the senior most member of this college. The History I know about this college and its students, very few know”.
  • “But Mr. Kumar, how can two students of the same batch be both the college toppers at the same time”.
  • “Don’t you think, it can be possible if they are of different streams, Miss Enaya? The
  • conversation is still unfinished. If you don’t mind, you postpone your visit
  • today. I have much more to say, but it’s not the proper time. I just want to
  • say, she believes in you Miss Enaya and waiting for you for your response”. He
  • completed his words and handed over an envelope to Miss Enaya.