shock

- Story-Ishwara Anchelikar

One day Ratna was sitting on duty at the factory. Ratna's four five friends went to see the movie Vapi. There he had a quarrel with some Fantus. One of the Sakhis called Ratna. She addressed him and said, 'The watchman of Ratna Talkies wants to file a police case against us. If he wants to avoid the case, he demands ten thousand rupees. Bring the money quickly. It was not our fault. Battamiz youths started teasing us.'

Ratna came to the sitting room through Tai Yaar. His eyes fell on Tipoi, his hundredth novel 'Aghat'. He tried to open the plastic wrapper of the parcel. The distance said, hey, pulling the plastic won't open the parcel, cut it with scissors. Ratna opened the wrapper with scissors and opened the book. He felt that he had opened a room that had been closed for years, and through the open doors innumerable smoke would not have rushed out! Yes, I don't know how many people have burnt Armano's ashes, this is the smoke of the burning pyre! I am also one of such dreams! And this 'shock' novel of mine is also like a closed room, isn't it! Ratna Swagat speaks...

'Why have I captured in this my hundredth novel the dreams that shattered like glass twenty-five years ago? What I never wanted to put in the mold of words, why have I decorated it here by knitting the strings of words!'

Ratna's eyes closed. As if he had come to the region of the scary sponges of the sea, he came to his twenty-five-year-old life...! It started shaking like a spark...!

Ratna was working in a trusted position like secretary to general manager in a chemical factory in Daman. At six o'clock in the evening, she was standing at the bus stand near the factory gate, waiting for such a bus. Every day a young man would park his motorcycle near the bus stand and watch Ratna tug and tug. Ratna never wanted to develop a relationship with him. So she used to come to her residence by bus. Who will be the young man? Ratna was tormented by this question! The obvious question was now more aggressively attacking...!

One day Ratnabus was standing on the stand. It was eight o'clock in the evening, but no bus had come. Standing alone at the bus stand, Ratna looked around and saw no factory worker waiting for the bus. Where did everyone hide today?

Suddenly that young man came to Ratna and spoke. 'Ratnaji i Vikas. General Manager of Suruchi Chemicals. you don't know Today there is a strike of buses, autos etc.'

'Oh...! This thing was out of mind.' Ratna spoke.

'Come, let me give you a lift to your house.' Vikas spoke. Time was passing by. Gradually the relationship with Vikas became so close that both fell deeply in love with each other. Ratna started to take all the talk of development as a matter of course. He did not investigate anything about the development. Everyone considered her to be a savant like her.

One day Ratna and Vikas were sitting on the sea shore. Dunes of sand came to the shore with the lightness of Halesa, barely settled, there another wave, dragging the sands into the sea. After a few moments, Ratna, who was sleeping with her head on Vikas' lap, said,

'Development of our dreams is like this sand, life comes to the shore of the sea again...! Vikas you will not leave me!' Ratna spoke.

'Ratna, actually I also want to tell you something like this. One year of our deep love. Don't you think we should be dressed in wedding clothes now?' Vikas spoke.

"The decision of Vikas marriage is not only of the young man and woman, but of the whole family. I met your parents Pranlal and Geetha. I want to know their thoughts too.' Ratna spoke.

'Ratna, Pitashri is well versed in astrology. Thus I have given them a light idea. He has given consent. After ten days I will take you to our "Sagar Moti" bungalow. You should talk to your mother-in-law. Only if you are satisfied, I will proceed in this relationship.'

'oo...! My darling...! Ratna kissed Vikas' lips saying Vikas, you please me...! Perhaps this was the first kiss of their relationship.

Three or four days had passed since this. Ratna had weekly off today. Vikas came to Ratna's residence with his injured parents. He introduced him to Ratna. This incident was not expected for Ratna.

'Betty, Vikas told me about you. Sorry both of us Vikas is staying in single room as paying guest. As your house has four rooms, he brought us to your house.' Vikas' father Pranlal spoke.

After an hour or so of conversation, Ratna realized that the 'Sagar Moti' bungalow has been seized by some Amir Kanchanlal of Mumbai by submitting forged documents. He injured both of them and made them wander on the road.

Ratna was shocked to hear this. Many days had passed, yet none of the three had called to leave. Thoughts of marriage were broken like a castle in the air! The wick was starting to set fire to his mind.

One day Ratna 'Sagar Moti' reached the bungalow. It was found out through the watchmen and other staff of the bungalow that Pranalal was working in the bungalow as a gardener and Geeta as a sweeper. Kanchanlal is the real owner. He did not injure anyone. He was a fraud...!

This shock became like a bullet for Ratna, she didn't even let Vikas smell that she was convinced of the truth, now all three of them started pushing for marriage. But Ratna was adamant that we will go to the bungalow to get married. She started avoiding marriage.

One day Ratna was sitting on duty at the factory. Ratna's four five friends went to see the movie Vapi. There he had a quarrel with some Fantus. One of the Sakhis called Ratna. She addressed him and said, 'The watchman of Ratna Talkies wants to file a police case against us. If he wants to avoid the case, he demands ten thousand rupees. Bring the money quickly. It was not our fault. Battamiz youths started teasing us.'

Within an hour or so, Ratna reached the top of the talkies. The Sakhis were surrounded by those Funtus youths. Ratna asked a person, to whom to give this amount. This Convsina now wants to take the money...

'Come madam, to our Chief Security Officer.' Said the man had arrived through the cabin. He pointed at his head and he stood up again on the gate.

Ratna got another shock seeing Vikas sitting in the cabin...! Vikas you? Ratna was surprised. Hate was swimming in his eyes.

Vikas, looking at Ratna, became thin with water...! Pleading with Ratna as she walked away from the cabin, Vikas fell behind her. Ratna took over and said, 'Vikas I am not a worshiper of wealth or a bungalow... I am of your love...! Well Vikas, I know your parents are low class laborers of Sagar Moti bungalow. Why did you hide everything? Come on now..., morning from the wake...!' Whatever work you do, you should be proud of your work. If a rupee is earned by labour, it is worth more than billions of rupees in the black market. This evening we reach my house, we will choose a muhurta after ten days and get married. Kahi Ratna sat in an auto with her friends and came up to the factory... The questions of the friends were immense... Ratna's answer was only one... Silence...! Only one problem was swirling in Ratna's mind, the abandonment of development...!

Wounded by both the shock arrows that killed Ratna by Vikas, Ratna abandoned her abode that very night...! He left and came to Varanasi...! Abandoning the dirty sheets of the past, Ratna, who came to Varanasi, began to put into words the sufferings of the Kundish women of the society. Twenty-five years have now passed in this suffering. The release ceremony of his hundredth novel 'Aghat' is going to be held today. Ratna's eyes opened. The acquaintance standing in front of him spoke.

'Ratna, where was it lost...? How many calls have you made... Either he picked up the phone, or...! Well, go now. To reach the redemption ceremony, or not...? Time is slipping away' and he grinned.

'Introduction o...o...! I think, my eyes were clouded with sleep...' Ratna hid the truth... the black shadows of twenty five years ago are the most she has hidden till date.

When Ratna arrived at the release ceremony, no one knows how many cameras flashed to click her picture. The organizers of the ceremony surrounded Ratna and led her to the dais, giving her a seat. People everywhere were eager to hear Ratna's speech.

At the end of the one-hour ritual, one of the organizers said, 'Ratnaji, we all want to know more about your hundredth novel 'Aghat'. Will you bother to get up?'

Ratna came to the mic and said... 'Speak friends, what do you want to know?' And she laughed out loud. The acquaintance knew that this laugh was fake...! Ratna's words are for books, not for laughs. The word O O is precious.

Ratnaji is the heroine of all your novels. Cheated by the society... are punished...! Is our society... a journalist said...

'Friend, society is not corrupt...! Joban's poisons are corrupt. I have tried to give voice in novels to the mute suffering of my sailors who are living half dead due to this poison...!' Ratna answered roundly...! And that Merak Merak started laughing.

'Ratnaji... in any of your novels. Don't write an introduction to Dewe... Generally: All authors, introduce themselves in their novels...' one questioned...

'Friend... I am alive and awake in front of you... My bungalow is open for everyone for two hours in the morning. Everyone I meet face to face... Isn't this introduction enough...? Words matter, my characters...! I'm not important...' Ratna spoke like a crafty writer.

In the final chapter of the novel 'Madamji', 'Aghat', the suffering heroine of your novel is shown walking away from her lover...! Does the novel feel incomplete? The viewers are eager to know whether the clouds of doubt between Vedana and Kali have been removed or not.' One said...

"Friend... the present can be seen and enjoyed! The past hides in the eyes...! The future tense is only illusory...! Brother... why are you giving pain to the writer... tell me... what happened to the suffering...?' Remember the last sentence of 'shock'...! Where does the suffering stuck in the web of questions know, what is its destination? Who will lead him to the destination?' Ratna said... then added. Read 'Aghat' again and again and you will hear huge echoes...!

The ceremony was over... After coming to the bungalow with Prakash, Prakash said as usual, 'Ratna now I take my leave... you rest... we will meet again tomorrow.'

Ratna held Prachichay's hand and said, 'Prichaya, stop for a while! My heart is very sad...! I have registered the plot of my novel "Ek So Ek" with Tarla...! I want to discuss that plot with you. The completion of the novel depends only on your words.'

'Ratna..., you rest today. I will be with you all day tomorrow... we will talk about everything calmly...' Prakash replied...

'Introduction..., why would God have created only one person like you in this world...? You have been my support for twenty five years...! But you never asked for anything... In my novel 'Ek So Ek' I have chosen a characterful person like you as the protagonist. I want to know more about you...' said Ratna

'Jarroor Ratna tomorrow I will describe my past to you in words. Are you your past. Let me be stuck in the darkness like this...?' Said introduced. Ratna realized that Prakash must be treating her as an unsolvable riddle.

Early in the morning Ratna's nanny Tarla came to Ratna's room. Ratna was sitting dead in the armchair...! Tarla Dhrishtaft cried...! With trembling hands, he called his acquaintance and gave this news...! Clouds of sorrow surrounded everywhere...! At the last moment, even the fire did not dare to burn the gem lying on the cheetah. Despite repeated attempts, the flame was extinguished. Finally Prakash tried...! Instantly the cheetah started burning wildly...! Introduction Swagat spoke... 'Ratna, you won the world... She hid your pain... I also hid my true love. I am telling you today, Ratna, I loved you with all my heart, will continue to love you... You will always be around in my life. The literary world may feel that the rising star has fallen from the sky of literature, but my star gem will continue to shine in my heart.'

A month has passed since Ratna's death. As per his will, Tarla was appointed as the trustee of the property. Tarla has published the novel 'Ek So Ek' based on Ratnadidi's raw draft. Ratna immortalized! The love triangle of Ratna, Vishnak and Tarla formed in the world. The walls of renunciation and dedication have risen. These three great men will be remembered by the world for years to come, among the few who graced the sight of the face you see in the mirror every day. Sea, river, lake and water in the eyes. Available to all living beings, but for those whose lamp of knowledge has been ignited, this Nir also becomes an inspiration! Success is not what you get, what you give to the world by bearing the daggers of trauma matters.