A chunk of my life.....

From the pen APN

In the morning at about 7 o’clock, I switched on my laptop. The translucent aero theme of windows7 gleamed on the monitor.

With the opening up of the operating system my brain also restarted. My hands were at rest on the keyboard and at the same time my wife brought the morning tea in a special mug. The mug was special because it was coated with a beautiful photo of my wife or, in other words, the photo of my only son’s mother. The mug was presented to me as a Valentine’s Day gift this year.

Sipping my tea one or two times I started writing and listening to a specific song which I often listen when I am at home. I closed my eyes contemplatively and stretched my back on the revolving chair on which I was sitting. In my mental eyes the face of Mr. Kundu appeared. Yesterday I had met him. He was on his way to Tarlakota, a village in Malkangiri district. He, after a long career of teaching as a subject expert in English, now devotes some of his time for imparting quality education to the tribal students of Malkangiri. When I saw him at Govindapally (My work station) yesterday, my joys knew no bound.

He is a very outgoing person capable of engaging his audience with his unique dramatic styles. This time, white beard had covered his face. He had become little older than he was when I had met him last. He got down from the vehicle. He was in a pair of blue denim jeans and his feet were covered by a pair of sleepers. He looked like a social worker. The meeting was made very short because the heat of sun compelled us to part soon. I waved my hands and they moved away from me sitting in the vehicle.

Life goes on with its little surprises, small achievements, simple joys and little pains.

Yesterday I was returning from Jeypore to Govindapally. On the way I halted at a spot because that place reminded me of someone who was once a close colleague of mine. It was the very place where, one evening, that colleague’s motor cycle had got punctured and I had attended him with a rescue team.

Some places, some songs and some people suddenly remind you of some life’s incidents so strongly that you go speechless for a while. And then you take a little time to come out of the strong influences of those past memories.

That is why, somebody has rightly said, “With the right music, you either forget everything or you remember everything.”

A partial view of an exam valuation zone

Drawing a full breath, I acknowledged the unbearable heat of a mid April’s tropical sun and looking at the feebly moving ceiling fans in the valuation hall, I pitied upon the general discomfort of the examiners who were sitting with me in that hall with bundles of answer scripts for valuation. I looked around, stopped my pen and relaxed for a while and started observing and thinking........

Occasional gossiping among examiners was the only form of refreshment amidst the back-paining job of valuation. And sometimes when some benign natured examiner amongst us sponsored refreshments for the unit, either in the form of cool drink or tea or ice-cream, unknowingly dazzling smiles would spread on the faces of all         the examiners.

Apart from gossiping and smiles there are also streaks of seriousness. For example, some examiners will come to the valuation hall with a very serious visage. They will sit glued to their bunch of answer papers constantly without raising their heads even for a second. They will spare no efforts to devour the answer papers greedily like the hungry cows grazing grass. They won’t say ‘hello’ nor discuss politics although the election is at hand.   

And another group of examiners are there, who sometime take rest and sometime run fast. They are of the normal category, analogous to the experienced bikers who move in variable speeds depending on the traffic and condition of road. Also, we come across another type of examiners who are termed as the ‘Loud Speaker’ type of examiners. Such examiners cannot take up paper correction work quietly. They laugh and speak so loudly that the noise level of the hall may rise to 120 decibels as that of a speeding bullet.  

Whatever may we be, we, the examiners, keep the ball rolling and every year lakhs of students appear exams and lakhs of students come out with flying colours. 

A dumb's dreamgirl

FROM THE PEN APN

3 years back in an acquaintance’s mobile I stumbled upon a beautiful photo of a sweet young girl. That photo was saved in the mobile by the name ‘Anuradha’. I had borrowed that mobile from that generous acquaintance just to make one call as I had no signal on my mobile network. After making a call with that phone I had to return the mobile to its owner but by that time both the photo and the name had permeated deep into my mind and heart forever.

The reason was unknown but it was true that seeing that photo, I was magically transported to a world of enchanting beauty and of immense love. The suppressed smile and the prominent eyes of that girl reflected a strange light and joy of innocence. Her cascading hair and thick beautiful lips struck a chord in my heart. For a moment I was overwhelmed and was lost in deep appreciation. I became speechless in a gasp of admiration. I could not understand why I got so lost in imagining the beauty of a girl whom I had not even seen in person.

In my mind the angelic figure of that girl always surfaced now and then. But I could never find that girl in real life. The thought of that girl in the photo lingered in my mind.

One day the door bell of my apartment house rang with a short note. I opened the door and I discovered a very beautiful girl standing at the door. But the strange thing was that the girl exactly looked like the girl I had seen in the photo. I could not believe my eyes and my heart beat paced up. I could see the same luscious lips, the same wide sparkling eyes, the same cute nose and the same expression on her face.

She came as a surprise and I stood with my mouth wide open. Her lovely lips moved and she spoke something to me but I could not hear anything because I was lost in a different world. She repeated her question once again, “Sir, I am Anuradha, your new neighbour. Can you tell me at what time the piped water is supplied?” I tried to answer her everything precisely but failed to articulate my thoughts. What I could do is just point my fingers to the water pump section of the apartment. She glanced at the little signboard which was hanging on the water pump room displaying the mechanism to start the water pump. She readily moved to the starter of the water-pump and started it pressing the green button. The water pump roared.

Now she turned back and was about to enter into her room. She was the new tenant of the one-bed-roomed apartment which was exactly opposite to my apartment house. She held the door half-opened and using signs expressed her THANKS to me. Perhaps she thought me deaf and dumb. This time I smiled a little and she smiled most lovingly at me. She gave her best smile to me because she thought words were useless to a deaf person and I smiled because in her smile there was the reflection of pure love to a DEAF & DUMB.............Someone has rightly said LOVE is a language which the deaf can hear and dumb can understand.