Hug Me

 

Honey, can we go for a movie tomorrow morning show?

Why? You don’t have office tomorrow?

Arae, tomorrow its second shift for me…

Oh I see, I was wondering how come you are taking a leave to go for a movie with me.

Well I can surely take leave if you agree to come to my home after the movie show…

Now I understand why the dog is wagging its tail!!

This is a great insult to entire men community, why you girls always doubt our noble intentions? I just called you for a cup of coffee dear, nothing more, and nothing less

Oh is it? How would you manage my future in laws who would be at home when I come there tomorrow?

Don’t worry, they all have already left for their home town...

Warae Wah, so it’s only you and me at home if I come, right?

Yes, so what’s the big deal?

How innocent you guys look when you wanted your things to happen, you think am I stupid?

Why are you getting agitated?

Idiot, no one is at home and you want me to believe that you are inviting me to your home only for a cup of coffee?

Girls and suspicion are born together; you are also not an exception!!

Oh my dear wise men, I don’t want to take risk, you better go to office after the movie...

Believe me, I didn’t meant anything, it’s just a coffee invitation...

I know how you would prepare coffee. First you would go to kitchen, prepare coffee, and then you would call me for help and then you would start the conversation, and then you would spill milk on either one of our clothes, and then... since there are family audience reading this, I am stopping at this point…

Is it your doubt on me or you are expressing your inner desire honey?

Mr., I didn’t request you to come to my house for coffee, it’s you and only you know the reason behind it.

Venkat, it’s already 11, can you switch off the light?

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Venkat, I am talking to you, there is nobody else in this room…

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Idiot, what are you writing, while I am shouting at you…?

Oh God, can’t you spare me for some time, I am just writing a story…

Nonsense, are you mad to write a story at this hour?

Yaar, it’s been more than 8 months I haven’t updated any story in my blog, so thought of writing one...

Oh yeah? I saw your blog, there were thousands of fan following who were literally begging you to write stories... you have to satisfy them na…

Honey, don’t insult me, I agree there is no body requesting me to write, but still can’t I write atleast for my inner satisfaction?

Oh of course you can write, but it would be well and good if you also taken your wife satisfaction into consideration?

Why are you shouting now? What I didn’t do for you? I have given you a good life style; you have all satisfaction here including physical, what else you need?

You have gone nuts? I didn’t expect you would turn out to be such a sadist who doesn’t understand his own wife? What are you talking? You mean to think a husband responsibility ends once he has given her wife the status and physical satisfaction? I can’t believe I loved you once so much than myself...

I didn’t mean it... what I meant was…

Of course you meant it; words don’t come unless you have it in your mind…. Your mind is sick… I have ruined my life; I should have heard to my father, he warned me before marriage, I made a big mistake (cries)…

Now why are you making a scene, you wanted to switch of the lights, here you go, I switched it off, you sleep peacefully, good bye, let me go to the hall and continue my story…

All men are like this... can’t even understand your women, you keep us with you until we give you the fragrance, once you are used to it & get bored, you throw us away… why did I married you (cries)

Sweetheart, come closer…

Boss, this is not your home, we are sitting in a movie hall and we have come here to watch a movie...

Of course we are here to watch movie, but atleast you can slightly come closer na, you are sitting as if your boyfriend is sitting towards your right side, for your kind information I am sitting in your life side…

That’s my fear dear, I don’t want to give you a chance...

What chance?

You forgot what you did when we went for the movie last time?

What I did?

People who came for the movie watched us more than the show…

Oh god, it’s your imagination, nobody watched us, all were watching only the movie, and it’s only me who was watching you, hahaha!!

Dear, talk slowly, this is movie hall, please don’t do anything like you did last time, I feel very uncomfortable...

Didn’t you enjoy it last time?

….

Tell me, you liked it or not?

Honey, I don’t want to lie to you, of course I liked it, and I could not stop myself when you come so closer to me, but can’t we wait? I am all yours; you can do whatever you want to do with me once we are married, but atleast till then …

Oh come on, why are you talking like a village girl? Is it a bit mistake if I just kissed you couple of times and held your hand closer to mine, what’s the big deal in it?

What you want? The worthy time we spend together or such titillations?

Both?

Won’t you change yourself?

This is romance honey. After marriage it dies, look at these families, do you see any romance between them? The wife is looking somewhere else, the husband is seeing somewhere else. They don’t have to do what we did last time, atleast can’t they have smile on their faces? They have come here just to fulfill the family responsibility. One movie a week, monthly two saree’s, yearly a tour, that’s it, they think they have satisfied their family responsibility.  Atleast we can keep it strong before marriage...

So you are afraid we would also end up like this?

Of course, we are going to… we are going to fight like anything, that’s what all wife and husband do… after marriage, romance just dies dear… eh, eh... where are you going? Movie is going to start... Janu… stop... stop janu… listen to me... Janu don't go..

……

So have you finished your story?

Oh you haven’t slept yet? I thought you have slept and slowly sneaked in... It’s going to be 1 AM dear...

How will I get sleep, after fighting with you?

We fight daily, still aren’t we together? So what’s new today?

Words...

Words..?

Yeah words, the same words which you talked so lovingly, so caringly with so much of love and feelings in them before marriage, where are they now? The same words are now killing me, how can you talk like that to me? (cries)

Sorry Janu, I realized after I went to the hall, I couldn’t continue my story no matter how hard I tried, I was hating myself for behaving like that with you…

But Why ? what I did to deserve such treatment from you apart from loving you so much?

You know story writing is my passion, I was so connected with it and couldn’t get the story right and during that time you were nurturing me to switch off the light... And all the anger which I had connected to my story, I showed it on you…

So wife is a dustbin isn’t it? Whatever you throw, she has to take it, I am feeling suffocation living with you now (cries)

It’s not like that, don’t you think it’s also a love ? Can I show my anger on anybody else? it’s the feeling that you are totally mine, I just behaved myself at that juncture. I know it’s wrong, but nobody can be right all the time. Human beings go through varied of emotions and they show it to their near loved one’s. So somehow we expect them to take it. it might be you today and it might be me tomorrow…

But I can’t see you shouting at me? I can’t take it, may be it’s one of the duty of a wife, but I cannot see you in this manner.  May be you are right when you told me romance dies after marriage, during one of our lovely days before marriage… but I wasn’t prepared for it.. I still believe on love…

Of course I love you janu, but let us face the reality. I cannot be soothing to you every moment, I pass through varied of emotions, sometimes you may face such other side of me as well and you have to take it...

Is it an order?

Janu, I don’t know how to explain to you…

Dear, you don’t have to explain. I understood…life journey has to go through so many hurdles and paths… some paths may be smooth and peaceful and some time we have to face paths full of hurdles, bumps & pain.  Beauty of relationship is how we cope up and remain together inspite of varied of situation around us. For that we both have to understand and be flexible. I need to understand your priorities and give you the freedom for your inner space, which alone will make you come back to me…

Aren’t you philosophical?

No I’m practical… And I learnt my husband better today…

And what’s that?

Not to disturb you when you write stories...

Hahah, oh Janu… I am again sorry, I don’t know why I behaved liked that…

Its fine dear, I’m sorry too… did you finish the story?

No honey, I couldn’t, you were all over me, I couldn’t move, not a word came out right… let me tell you, no matter how I behave on any situation, I still love you so much and I am NULL without you…

So you are back to your words?

What words?

Lovely Words which make me die for you… and not like the words you talked before?

And what are those words?

Those are harsh words which make me die because of you…

…..

I only wish you select your words better which would make me die for you and not die because of you…

Oh honey, I feel completely moved now by your choice of words…

So what do you think? Our romance died after our marriage?

Yes, you are right. Romance dies after certain period of marriage. However it can be given birth again; both husband & wife are equally responsible to give birth to it whenever they realize it’s dying

So are we going to give birth to romance once again?

Yes, not only that, we are going to give birth to something else too (winkles)

What?

Dear, do you feel sleepy?

How do I look like?

You now look like my janu with whom I went for a movie for the first time before marriage (winkles)

Oh great, so you are going to do all you did on that day?

Yes my sweetheart…

But I won’t agree!!!

But Why? I know it’s my mistake, won’t you forgive me? Are you still angry with me?

You waggling dog!!  I want more than that and that’s what I meant and now come on quickly give me a tight hug…

Romance never dies between lovely couple. It just gets hidden sometimes. If your’s is hidden; its high time to search it quickly before it get lost.

Saradha's Letter...

Madras

04.03.1970

Dear Indira

I never thought in my life that there would be a moment where only through letters I can be able to reach you. I still can't believe that you are gone far away from me. Does that mean we would no longer be able to have that long walk back to our home from our schools? The paddy field would no longer see us together? The security would not have another chance to shout against us for secretly stealing the mangoes from his owner’s garden? Our parents will not get a chance to scold us for wandering together for so long in the late evenings. I still never thought there would be a moment like this…

It is very strange to write like this here, because I am never used to it. I would have talked non-stop if you are in front of me on how badly I’m missing every time I see the lonely road back to my home from school. But here it is different. Words don’t come easily. Probably because, I’m not used to write.

So how are you Indira? How is your new city Delhi? I heard from my father that it is a very big city and extremely hard to adjust for people like us. Is that so? I hope you would have joined the new school by now. Have you got new friends? Are they so good than me? If so, will you start forgetting me slowly? Please don’t. I can’t stop my tears falling down Indira. I can’t imagine any other friend than you. Please do update me all about your life out there.

Indira, I am not going to talk to your father again.  Why did he had to accept the transfer from Madras to Delhi. Why did he smiled at me, when I asked him to leave you here in my house? The days are so long here without you. Suddenly I feel, the world is very cruel to me.  I feel now I have lot to say, but the space is a constraint here. So I‘m keeping it short.

My father told me that it would take more than 10 days  for you to get this letter. Could you please reply back immediately? I can’t wait to see your reply and your feelings for me . My mother is against me going to schools. She wants me to help her in kitchen and says girls don’t need academic education and all they need is house hold training.  Though my father is in my side, I know he can’t stand against my mother for long. I want to study further Indira, Remember,  we both planned to study together till B.A. I feel all my dreams are mere… Sorry Indira, I can’t write further…

Missing you my dear Indira..

Yours

Saradha

Madras

04.03.1977

Dear Indira,

I can’t believe it’s been seven years since I started writing you. Years are passing by so fast. I am very glad that we could still keep our friendship and don’t feel bored writing each other. Every time I see the postman reaching our street, you can't imagine my eyes just widen up like an Owl. Oh god, I don’t think I have expressed it correctly, but never mind, you can understand what I mean to say, right? That’s why friends are there for, you never have to try hard to explain things, isn’t it Indira ?

Okay, you may be wondering, why I took so much time in writing this letter to you. Well, would you believe I actually wrote another letter to you few days back, but just before posting, I tore that into pieces? Don’t come to a conclusion so soon that I no longer love to write that letter to you. There are only two things in my life that I enjoy most.  You are not my friend if you don’t know writing letter to you is one among them. Other one is what I wanted to hide from you in my previous letter and that’s why I tore that letter because I started hating myself for hiding that information from you. How cruel I’m that I wrote that letter without telling you the most wonderful thing that has happened to me in my life?

Indira, do you know, suddenly this world has become so loving to me.  I feel birds are singing new poems every day morning only for me. Each poem is so meaningful that only I can understand. There is no hatred in this world Indira, it is only our assumption. Never in my life I started experiencing this feeling and how can I tell you how wonderful to have such a feeling. When I used to read about it in books and novels, I used to laugh at the madness. I can’t believe that now I’m one of among that madness.

Indira, by now you must have understood what I’m trying to say but difficult to write here. Indira, I am love. Oh God, I just had Goosebumps even to write this word LOVE. I never thought I would fall for a guy, but I did. I did Indira and I feel that is the greatest achievement I have done in my life so far apart from getting you as my friend.

You must be probably thinking I have gone mad. But Indira, if you thought so, you are right. I have gone mad in love. I can’t imagine my life without him. But life is not so beautiful Indira. I always used to think, why love always has to come along with a problem. I thought only in stories and novels, problem exist. How fool I’m. My love is not without problems. Probably you would understand my problem, if I tell you the name of the person who melted my heart. He is "Mr.Saleem."

Missing you as ever,

Saradha

Madras

04.03.1980

Dear Indira,

You know I make it a point to write on this day for sure, because I feel we both born again as friends on this day. However, I regret to keep this letter too short. 

My continuous persuasion to make my parents accept Saleem has miserably failed. How much I had wished for you to be here, probably you could have helped in persuading my parents to accept my love.  But life wants me to struggle always as I started experiencing it from the day you left me alone in Madras.

My mother has stopped talking to me for more than a month. She always curses my father for making me study further. She believes I would have not done like this If I had stopped studying and started helping her in kitchen. I feel very sorry for my father.  But he is too adamant. I can understand for the way he was brought up. But I can’t  help it Indira, I can’t imagine any other person in my life other than Saleem.  I can sense my parents are very vigorous in searching an alliance for me at the earliest.I don't know what to do ?

I see two options to get rid of it. The door that I can see from the table I am writing this letter to you, which would help me to elope with Saleem tonight. Or the poison my father has bought for the paddy fields. Indira, do you know, I have no guts for either of this. But I need to decide, and decide quickly to choose one of them today.

I once again remember the days we spent time together. Those are lovely days Indira, I am really lucky person to have you in my life as a good friend. Will I be second time lucky to have Saleem too ? Please pray for me...

If god Wishes, will meet you again in my next letter… if you don’t see any more letter from me, please name your kid in my name.

Yours

Saradha.

Madras

04.03.1985

Dear Indira,

I’m glad know that you are blessed with a baby girl.   If only my legs has that power to cross the border, I would not be writing this letter as I would be right there holding your little angel.  Life is full of surprises Indira. Only when you think that you are longing for breath and getting suffocated from being fallen inside a ditch trap, god throw a rope to hold on.  This had happened many times in my life. This happened today morning too.

Yes Indira, I met my father today. He finally came to see my son.  I am not much worried to see him avoiding my husband as I’m sure my son would not allow him to do so for long. He has become soft Indira. Probably the age factor and loneliness from the death of my mother.  I still can’t forgive his stubbornness for avoiding us during her funeral. But I deserve it for breaking their heart. It’s a sin that I could never fulfill my mother’s dreams but I sincerely hope she would have probably died blessing my son though not pardoning me.

I pleaded my father to stay with us but he is still adamant. His pride is still young though not his body. But I’m happy atleast that he started spending his time with my son once in a week.

I am sending you my son picture along with this letter. You can know from the picture why I’m still not happy with life.

Yours friendly

Saradha

Madras

04.03.1995

Dear Indira, 

I don’t have much to write except for letting you know that this is 25^th Anniversary for us. I’m not talking about our marriage anniversary Idiot. This is our 25^th Anniversary from the time we started writing letters to each other.  So let's our feeling's fill our hearts instead of words this time.

 

Just before writing this letter, I was reading your first letter to me sent in 1970. So many lovely feelings, so many lovely flashbacks, so many lovely memory we both have. Still it is hard for the next generation to believe that we actually did this for so long.  We can’t complain them much for not understanding us as they have grown up in different era.

You know what Indira, my hands are no longer able to write long letters. I frequently get pains in both my hands. I am writing this letter inspite of the pains as I have requested them not to trouble me  much while I write this letter to you. Yesterday only I was discharged from the hospital after one month. They have given me a big timetable for taking so many medicines. Frankly, I don’t really like to live longer. What’s the use in living, when the moment you know that you have started to be a burden to others?

I only have one wish Indira. I wanted to see you before I die. I don’t get the same satisfaction as when I talk to you over phone. I feel very bad to make you do long distance calls to hear this old lady voice. Even before we say hello to each other, I am sure you would be checking your money purse once. Eh I am just kidding, I know how much you love me, but I don’t want you to spend more on telephone calls. I am happy and satisfied in communicating with you through letters.

Indira, my hands are really started paining now, it’s not hearing my request. Sorry, if I’ve to stop this letter now. I really wish our next generation be in touch like us.  I feel dizzy & feel sleepy… Is it because of the medicines or is it an eternal rest? Let me take some rest & check it out. Take care

Yours ever loving friend

Saradha

From: Indira_wannalove@gmail.com

To: Saradha_angel@gmail.com

Subject: Thank you

Dated: 04.03.2000

Dear Saradha

I feel gr8 2 write this mail 2 u.

Thank u 4 coming 4 my mother’s 5th year Death Anniversary. It would have been a good parting gift 2 her, if you could have landed here with your mother when she was alive.  However I m sure she would be extremely glad 2 see ur mother Indira after so long frm heaven.

It’s so kind for ur mother 2 bring all the letters my mother had sent 2 her over the years.  Oh god, we just lost counting them together. The sleepless nights v all had reading the letters along with ur mother was one of the golden moments n my life.  Truly, they have been a wonderful souls in this world. I only wish I could be a worthy successor.

I am still not sure,  when ur mother shared her wish  2 see me as his son-in-law. Even though she said that she was asking with ur acceptance, I am still not sure because, Who in the world can accept a crippled man as her husband. I am still paying for the price 4 the poison my mother had when I was inside her womb.  I probably would have consumed it 2 save my mother as Lord Shiva did 2 save the Mother World.  

I was extremely filled with emotions when I saw that she had written a letter 2 your mother, even before doing so. If only, she had chosen the other option of eloping, I would have spared with another leg in working condition. What a friendship? There are still something in this world which time & distance can’t separate. Anyways, I’m happy that the poison did work in her faovur as my grandparents decided 2 get my mother married with my father, after saving her from death.

Saradha, I never feel now missing my mother, as I see her living in through her letters to your mom. It’s not strange 2 see that you have been named in my mother’s name and I have been named in your mom’s name. My sole purpose of writing this mail is to thank you and your mom for taking all pains in coming to India and sharing wonderful days with me.

I also came to know from my mother’s letter that she did wanted the communication to go on for ever even after her death which I’m doing so as a dutiful son. However I would also be happy to communicate with you in person than through letters sorry mails like our mothers did.

So let me know if you are really interested 2 be my life partner. If yes, I would be glad that I kept my mother’s promise. If no, I still like to ask you, "Will you be my friend" ?

Awaiting your favourable reply

Regards

Indira Parthasarathy.

Son of Saradha Saleem. 

Remember Me

Which God you worship ?

You are asking me?

Who else is in the room?

No one sir…

Then whom do you think I am asking this question for?

Me sir…

Then tell me which God you worship ?

Goddess Kali Sir…

Do you have any special reason for that?

…

I’m asking you, do you have any special reason for worshipping Kali ?

Nothing specific, she is my preference..

What you think you get worshipping her?

Do I need to answer this question?

I wish you do..

Okay sir, I feel I get strength which I require and most importantly,  when I worship her and go to sleep, I don’t get bad dreams..

Bad dreams??

Yeah, Bad Dreams.. don’t you get bad dreams?

I do, Infact, I only get that...but what kind of bad dreams you get?

I see Dead people in my dreams…

So do you think I might come in your dreams?

You aren’t dead…

But I can be...

Then you may come..

What do you think I would do in your dreams?

Sir, can I have some water…

You can reply to this question and then take water.. tell me, what do you think I would do in your dreams?

Generally I see dead people holding my neck tightly and I feel difficult to breath…

So you think I would kill you in your dreams?

I generally feel I am close to death when it happens in my dream…

Then what happens?

Fortunately, I wake up from that bad dream before I die… (chuckles)

So you don’t get dreams now?

Who said?

You said…

When?

You said, you worship Kali so you don’t get bad dreams?

But I still get..

So Kali is not helping you…

Sir, please don’t talk like that.. She is my Goddess..

What kind of Goddess you have who doesn’t help you but still you keep worshipping her ?

Stop it… I am leaving..

Sit.. I will not ask that question again..

But I want to answer..

I am not interested to listen..

God only gives what you deserve and not what you want.. she thinks I deserve these bad dreams.. but I am sure by my sincere worship, one day she will help me to come out of these bad dreams…

Why you think you deserve these bad dreams?

I am a evil…

Why so ?

Can I know why you wanted to speak with me?

Why can’t I talk to you?

You have better people to talk…

Like?

Like your sister, your mother or your dear one..

You mean my wife..?

I know you are not married, but you might have a girlfriend…

I don’t have any…

If you had, you wouldn’t be here…

What do you mean?

Nothing sir,  but tell me why you didn’t wanted to meet them?

I don’t have time…

You had it before…

But I am not interested to see them…  in your language, I don’t deserve to see them… (chuckles)

But you never know… they might still think you deserve their kindness..

May be… but I wanted to spend some time with you…

Hahaha.. With me.. it’s quite strange, no body has called me before like this..

That’s why I called you…

Reason ?

To know few facts ?

What?

Have you read the novel “Ponniyin Selvan” ?

What?

Ponniyin Selvan  - The son of River Ponni…

I have read it when I used to enjoy nature…

You mean many years back?

Yes…

You don’t enjoy the nature any more?

I have become old..

So old people don’t enjoy nature?

That’s not what you wanted to know..

Ya.. sorry for changing the topic..  have you read it?

Yes I did..

Can you tell me the story?

Are you crazy or what? You wanted to know the story of Ponniyin Selvan Novel? (laughs loudly)

Stop laughing, I wanted to know the story of it?

Are you serious? Why are you so interested?

I heard it’s the novel which one should have read for sure atleast once in their lifetime? Is it true?

I don’t know what other’s say, but yes, it’s one of the best written novel..

So can you tell me the story?

Are you mad? It’s a 5 volume book, running to 2500 pages.. how can I tell you the story now? I don’t think I have that much time to spend here…

Do you have time to listen to Ramayana & Mahabharatam?

I don’t want to talk to you…

Wait listen, I can tell you in a minute…

How?

One Lady Cried, that become Ramayanam… and one Lady laughed, that become Mahabharatham…

Nonsense.. I don’t know if you are pulling my leg… I am not a scholar like you to tell Ponniyin Selvan like that…

Please..

Sorry sir, I can’t help you.. I am leaving..

Wait..wait..sorry,sorry… I thought of having some fun atleast now.. but you are not co-operating… I would leave you soon but please help me in answering few questions...

Ask soon, I have to go home…

Have you made my drop ready ?

…..

Sir, I am asking you a question? Have you made my drop ready?

Yes sir, it is ready…

Will it withstand my weight?

Yes, it should for certain. We prepare it with utmost care according to doctor prescription. Didn’t the doctor visited you 4 days back?

Yes he did (chuckles).. So what is the length?

7 feet 8 inches exactly sir..

Wow.. I am surprised with the amount of calculation beyond it.. you should be an expert by now..

If I knew that I would be the expert of this sort, I would have asked my mother to kill me even before my birth..

Don’t be too complaining… You are doing a righteous job.. So has it been tested?

Yeah, we did it today evening…

What you did ?

We tested your rope by suspending from it a sack of clay equal to one and a half times of your weight. The sack is dropped for the exact distance of the final drop. We actually do Mock hangings three or four times before the actual hanging...

Are you supposed to do that?

Yes, it’s in the process, we had to do these testing so that…

So that it doesn’t become a disaster..Ah.. hahaha (laughs loudly), It would be intersting to see how it works, so can I call my friend to be present?

What cruel person you are? .. it’s not allowed…

So nobody would be present there except you?

There will be armed guards, few constables and few senior officials and doctors, that’s it…and if you wish we can arrange for any religious priest for any formalities…

Ah, I don’t believe in that.. not required..  but I would be interested to see you guys reaction… you would be quite happy to do this work, don’t you?

I have already answered to this question, moreover, you will not be allowed to see anything there, your face would be covered…

Oh god, what a tragedy, I can’t see my last visitors..  so what you do after you cover my face?

Hmm… do you really want to know it?

Yes, that’s why I had my last wish to see you who exactly knows how to kill me … hahaha…

Okay listen, I don’t want to deprive you from knowing the truth which is your last wish… we would first place you exactly under the part of the beam to which the rope is attached,  and then strap your hand tightly, and further put the noose round the neck tightly, the knot or metal eye being just in front of and below the angle of the jaw, so as to run up behind the ear when you actually fall and receives the jerk.

Oh wow, what a beauty.. then ?

We take enough care to adjust the rope so that the part to which the metal eye belongs shall pass in front of the throat. The noose would be kept tight, having been adjusted by means of a stiff leather washer on the rope. The flap of the cap should hang in front free from the rope.

Oh it would take more time …?

Nope, we have to do all these checks and settings as quickly as possible, we are not allowed to make you wait and it’s against the process…

Quick Death.. Ah… hahaha.. then ?

We wait for the final signal…

That’s the moment of truth of this life isn’t it… Great.. I don’t remember my moment of birth, but I can certainly remember all the minutes, seconds of my death process…

....

So you keep me hanging like that for ever?

We have to keep you remain like that for half an hour and we would put you down only after the medical officer certifies that your life is extinct

Hahah.. I’m the most deprived person on the earth, who is interested to know how his death gonna be conducted…

May be .. but you are also very lucky sir…

Me.. hahah.. are you kidding, you are going to hang me tomorrow and you say I’m lucky? Reason?

Simple, you know your death before, but I don’t know when it’s coming for me…

Can I have Hyderabadi Biriyani before my death? I haven’t had it for quite some time…

You would be provided with a Tea, but I don’t think you would be feeded more.. If you want, I can check with my seniors and arrange for it tonight…

Ya please.. Is the gallows far away from here?

It’s 20 feet long from here… but it’s the most sorrow sight I can imagine…                  

Why so?

Usually the face is hooded and hands tied behind. Though it is only a minutes walk, but the convicts are usually paralysed with fear and the last walk is a sorry one.

You see how I walk tomorrow… it would be the most royal walk you have ever watched in your life.. hahaha…

I can’t laugh now sir…. can I go ?

One last question, does it pain much (sobs a bit…)

Sir, the job is an art, The noose has five knots. The preparation of the knot is so important for us. The person will feel less pain if the knots are right. If the man is heavy, you need fewer knots. If he is light, you need more knots. If the pull is too hard, the head can be even severed and he can bleed from the mouth and nose.

Oh God…

Yeah… So, the pull has to be of a force that kills the person and yet causes no pain

What a science involved in even killing… Absolutely marvelous…

Yeah, we even tie their legs and hands and hold him upright in case he faints in the face of death.. and from the look of it, I don’t think you are going to faint…

Why you say so?

Otherwise how in the world, the last day before your life in this earth gonna end, instead of your family members you wished to see the person who is going to hang you …

Yeah, you may find it strange, but I wanted to know all this information, otherwise the fear itself will kill me… now I can atleast sleep in peace knowing that the person who is going to kill me will take enough care of my death process… what you say?

Sir, I don't know what to say, but I can say onething for sure… 

What?

Tonight, you are definitely going to come in my dreams…

Hahah… bad dreams Ah!... Don’t worry, worship your Kali before you sleep tonight, she will protect you from me in the night…

I don’t have any other options sir, I don’t know what harm I did in my last life, I am leading a life of a Hangmen…  Good Night Sir…

Don’t call me Sir… You are now my friend… By the way, Will you be my friend? I don’t remember having good friends…

Sir… I…

I know, you can't talk further… leave it. Anyway, Thank you very much for accepting to meet me. I really  wondered what can be my last wish? to see my mother or to see the seashore or  how about a movie of my favourite star? Like this, I had so many crazy thoughts which I would like to do for one last time... But later I found it to be of no use, What difference it would make tell me in achieving any of these tasks? May be some momentary satisfaction. But it would not help me. I don't want that. What I need now is a sound sleep tonight and the only person who can give me that is you the Hangman, so I called you...Sorry, if I have harassed you by my questions.. but i would be ever thankful for spending the time with me...

Sir, I don't know what to say.. but I would remember this day for sure... And I can tell you that never in my life i would again accept to meet a prisoner who would be hanged by me in the next day....

Hahaha... I would also never ever forget you my friend, since I only have a night to remember you...  You can leave now, and yes, Just don’t forget to ask your seniors about my Hyderabadi Biriyani… I feel like tasting it tonight..  I don’t have another chance you see..

Ye... Yes Sir...  I will try my best... Good Night Sir..

Good Night my Friend, Have a Sweet Dream Tonight…

(Next Day)

Execution Report

“I hereby certify the sentence of death passed on 12^th August  2010 by the Court of Sessions and confirmed by the High Court, has been duly executed and the said Kasab Khan was hanged by the neck until he was dead at Mumbai, Tihar Jail.

Signed

Medical Officer