A Dream Come True.                                                                                                 

His sparse hair was sprayed by the sun-light of the spring. He was already there ahead of everyone, feeling proud and happy awaiting her arrival.  

The group of judiciary had a huge crowd in front of the Governor House, awaiting her arrival, the new Lady Judge.  

Specially erected grand stand held the spectators, the street was filled with TV cameras and reporters ready to send their despatch in time of the next update of their magazine.

Uniformed security guards tucked neatly in their holsters formed a perimeter to keep the crowd in check.

Fleets of cars were seen coming in and unloading colleague judges, the Chief Justice, the top officers, the CM and his Cabinet Ministers and other dignitaries and invited Guests. 

Her White sedan pulled up to the entrance of the Governor-House.

He saw the most beautiful maiden in the world, as she emerged from the opened door.

Cameras surrounded. Reporters rushed for a comment.   

She presented a straight face and was escorted to the ceremony hall by the staff deployed for this day.  

People change now. She too will change. It will be as if she has no memory of the past or a  shady memory suitable to a particular occasion.  

Now She will be addressed as "My Lord."  and she would be clad in  Black n White Judge's Uniform.. 

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The Venue is:         Governor House.

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The Occasion is:     The Swearing-in.

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Have you ever seen  her, so fair to wear crown ?

So sweet, so lovely, wearing  the dark gown ? 

Adorned with grace, beauty, and  her pony tail ? 

The goodly eyes shining like sapphire  trail ?

And the stately majestic head like  ivory tower ?

Have you seen face that  shine  like  flower ? 

When lookin' stern, showing a sandal, he fled  ?

Sure did he fail to notice her face  like apple red ? 

But who can withstand her in a straight fight?

Her snowie neck matched marble sight !

 

 

And the frame as fresh,like after shower;

It's sure she is born to wield enough power.

Now seen, descending steps to swearing in place,

Everybody has to admit she has got lot of grace;

 

 

They are sure to be burned in her usual flare,

But barking dogs bark and can seldom dare;

She is filled with heavenly gifts of high order,

She is delicate than the flower in a holder, 

Much more would you wonder at that sight,

An army and he with her can never fight,

Unspoken faith and timely woman grown,

Such virtues reign in her as  Queen on Throne,

And she can give law and justice alone,

She radiates  atmosphere filled with cologne;

 

 

With trembling steps she cometh before our view,

To humble his proud face and make it new,

 

 

Behold, before the altar stands she, near the hedge,

Where she is about to take the pledge;

Hearing the Governor that to her speaks,  

Red roses flush up on lovely cheeks,

 

 

Her chorus of friends greet her with lot of sound, 

Her sad eyes longing to see his face not yet found,

With modesty and good manners bound,

She returns to her place in sorrow unfound.     

 

She returned home straight from the swearing in function without celebrating,wanting to go straight to bed.

She tossed and turned side for quite a while trying to sleep.  It would not come.  Every muscle in the body felt tout.  

She felt like taking a cup of tea to soothe her confused mind.

She involuntarily  got up and moved in the front room involved in thoughts of the future life.

This was her bed-room plus a front-living room on the first floor.

No man belonged to it, or  was ever invited.  

The colours were of her choice and which became her best, several tones  of white and a shade of pink.  

The bed-room contained a tremendous double may be triple  bed four poster that stood between two corner walls,covered with raw silk ivory spread with  matching pillows.  

The maid used to remain below unless summoned.  

She had a horror of  servants watching her.

Opposite the bed the doors opened to a terrace and across it the  rising apartments looked cheap and congested.  

It was late, only a few windows were lighted  therein.   The heavy curtains hung quiet and steady in the night.

 

 She was alone in the living room, she tried to plan out her new life.

She decided never to look  back. Do as many good deeds as you can.  

That will eventually pay off. No talking about  falling in love again or nursing any hatred for anybody.

Life ahead was full of thorns. She had  to be careful.  She had to be always very careful.

What is past is Past.  Never Go Back.

Not even for Excuses. Not for Justification, not for Happiness.  You are what You are, the World is what It is.  Don't Blame.  Take it as It is. 

The breeze from the open window made her  comfortable as she sat on the couch thinking.

She leaned far across the couch to relax.  She  wore a silk whitish maxie that touched her body,hip,thigh. No jewelry.  

Intuition told that there  was a lot of passion therein within her, kept under disciplined control.

It is hard to imagine a famous figure like her as she was when she was a child.  

Hard to  imagine her going through the process of becoming a woman.  Her charisma is so powerful  that she had never a history of accident or illness, never had an acne, never had the shrinking  shyness common to the common lot.

She thought she was born as one of the luckiest persons on the earth.  Everything had come to her naturally.  She had wonderful parents who recognised her gifts and nurtured them.   They adored her physical beauty but did everything in their power to educate her mind and her mental growth knew no bounds. She could never remember a time in her childhood that she was unhappy.

Until She was nine and twenty, she fell in love with him.  He was many years her older.  

He  was funny. He adored her.  

Their two perfect bodies came together like magnets, nerve  endings high voltage flesh all silk and milk.

The only thing they had in common was that he  was a humble servant when he stepped in her company.

He was a veteran story-teller with  stories to tell.  He expressed his adoration for her in a flattering and witty way.

He had an  over-powering masculine presence which he laid at her feet.  He was proud when she talked  of books, theatre, duties of democracy, religion, he was thrilled by her sentiments.

They  suited each other and they did not know how time passed by unnoticed.

He saw the true virtue in her but she did not see the bitterness about life in his opinion.

 With her usual body perfection,as age advanced, she gained very little weight.

She never felt  sick or tired.  She enjoyed every moment of life to its maximum.  

She read her books  voraciously.  

She grew more vibrant, her intelligence framed her physical beauty by giving it  dignity that lone beauty sometimes does not have. 

She prided herself in her perfection. But in the later years she found that this very perfection     irritated many people and made them jealous including friends and colleagues.  

She decided  to downplay the beauty to its maximum and project herself as an ordinery looking woman like  others.  

It was like parking a Cadilac or RollsRoyce in a street.  

She changed her picture from  her site in an attempt to look mature and grown-up.

All her efforts to look like a commoner  proved futile.

With Power and Authority added she blossomed and outshined in all aspects of  Life.  

Her judgements were based on common sense and had a touch of practical outlook,  were cited as guiding principles in administration of Justice. her judgment had in them a  touch of humanity and a hint of broad idea of equality of income of all.

 She changed her life.  He felt a shock of Fear. She was far far exquisite than in her  picture.   

The picture  captured only to some extent her color, the depth of her eyes or shade of  pride and  determination therein.  

She moved around with grace that seemed effortless and natural.

 Her ivory white sari and loose cotton white blouse should have concealed the shape of her  body, but did not.  

It was that look of intelligence, determination and character on her face  that impressed the most. She felt as if it was only days before that she was a beginner and  now after 23 years ! What a luck !

 He was there to enjoy rather than anything. Around him his colleagues sat

 motionless, eyes half-closed  like a mass of people curled up in the shade, certain faces  stood out and their strange charm drew his eyes and heart, he loved them, he listened to  them, he became one with them.  

This was a daily routine with the same time throughout the  day.

 Of all, she was aware of it. There was woven during this course of time,

 sympathy and nearness which touched the very depth of their hearts.  Never by word of mouth  they  translated into the region of consciousness when the period was over and the thread  that binds souls snapped nothing is left of it. 

It is a state familiar to lovers of justice especially  when they were young and surrender to,  the essence of daily sittings and is so completely  charmed that that the full savor is not one unless it is enjoyed through another and so it is that  at a proceeding  they instinctively sought friendly eyes among the lot.

 Among such friends, he was attracted by one single face which he happened to see a  glimpse of it at one such proceeding.  It was the face of an aspirant who hoped to become  famous like all her other senior colleagues. She seemed to adore them without realizing their  real ugly piteous self and the pain and agony of the long journey in the profession had made  them stones and rocks rather than humans.

 She had a wonderful oval-like pleasant profile which was self proclaiming and needed no  proof to convey  that she had an aristocratic bearing and gorgeous background.

She had all  the fine features of a well-bred maiden from a well to do family. Her eyes spoke about her  self-confidence to tackle anything and everything without difficulty. 

She was smiling and light-  hearted about her way of life because everything had come to her easily.  It is perhaps in such  light-hearted girls who are out to devote their life on a particular profession that, there is in a  moment in their life the first awakening of pleasure and joy and pride that they lived happy for  the day.

 It gave an exquisite pleasure to him to look at her. A pretty face would always warm his mind  and heart.  He could enjoy without any desire.  He found joy in it.

 She was aware that he was watching, following her.  Unconsciously there was set up between  them a magnetic current of liking for each other. As they met almost every day, always in the  same place and in the same circumstances, they quickly learned about each other’s likes and  dis-likes.

At certain times they would exchange meaningful glances at each other.  When in  hearing she particularly liked some performance, of  a colleague she would just put out her  tongue as though to lick her lips.  If she did not think much of it, she would wrinkle-up her little  nose.  In such little tricks sometimes during very serious and important proceedings she  would try to look grave and serious. 

She would turn her profile towards him that she was tired  and exhausted or sometimes she looked  at herself quite absorbed in some matters and  smile to herself and look out of the corner of her eye to see if he noticed.

 They were friends without exchanging a word, and even without having attempted at least to  meet outside of the routine professional hum-drum.  This went on and on for days months and  years.

 

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SWEAT BABY SWEAT. 

ON A JUNE AFTERNOON. HER CAR FAILS.

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She sweats and basks on the road of the town;

In her dark coat and  the gown;

She hides her face all smeared in perspiration and heat;

She breathes on her lovely palms; to count the beat,

She feels fingers hot and burning;

She will go alone to her home walking. 

Along the burning straight road,

First heat, the very first of the summer nod

Sun-dried tears glisten on her cheeks;

The first heat of human hurt in weeks.

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 Of the numberless steps, of the ladder to her heart,

 He climbed, perhaps 2 or 3.   

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Tonight, he could write the saddest lines,

He liked her,  she liked him with all like-signs,

How he liked the still eyes that shines!

Tonight he can write the saddest lines!

To think that he did not have her,

To feel that he had forever lost her,

To hear her words in the immense night,

Still more immense without her sight, 

And the verse falls to the soul,

Like dew to the pasture in the bowl, 

What is all this now about her that would matter,

That his liking could not keep her and shatter, 

The night is shattered and she is not with him!

This is all. In the distance, someone is with him,

His soul is not satisfied that it has lost her!

His eyes searches her as though to go to her!

His heart looks for her, and she is not with him!

He no longer liked her; that's certain for him! 

But how he liked her!  How he attended to her !

His voice tried to find the wind to touch hearing her,

Her voice, her frame, her infinite eyes, were for him,

He no longer liked her, that's certain; for him,

But may be he likes her still; or else who would write?

Liking is short, to forget is long!  why not unite?

Though this be the last pain, for him,

That she makes  much suffer; for him,

And these be the last verses he writes for her! 

It shows may be in the end he  liked her!     (CONTD......)

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Wrong Signals.  Cross signals.

What a mess !  CHAPTER. 17. 

She is rich and famous. He always happened to lay  hand on the best . 

He never wanted to fall in love. He liked to look her

from all sides, angles, aspects.  He would spend his life

looking.  Was she  worth it ?  What did he find in looking

so closely?

He found no mistake. She is a genuine beauty.

He sat in his chair  glancing,devouring  say, the eyes.  

He  tried to understand the  riddles of the face,  

He is a versatile man  not easy to  be impressed by any Tina Mina Reena. 

As an author, his job is to look at them with an

objective view. But in this case,  he could not visualise,

what hit him.  Stared at the face he could not afford

to look away,  from with a sense

of visual finality of aesthetic value. 

He knew, she is a creature of flesh and blood.

But she has surfaces that can

be compared to gems of immortal value.

 

Take for example the hair that used to hang below the

shoulders in the kind of artless child-

like ripples that many a lot possess, but,  her hair is

something special. 

She has the rarest of a rare face, seeing which

other faces faded into oblivion.

This one stick in the mind like glue.

All times it is fresh before his eyes.  

 

When she tied the hair in pony-tail she charmed 

him all the more than usual. 

Her skin always looked to him

faintly tanned because of the sun-heat. 

But this gave  cheeks an

added beauty like appricot golden pink  blush that was

 

radically different from the usual lot.  That is HER. 

 

None can be like HER. THAT'S ALL. NO FURTHER TALK.

 It looked she is not from this planet.

She is a fairy,  missed the way and came to earth.

 

 

 

The Beautiful girl.  

 

She has a tragic life.  All avoid them. All are owed by  her.

 No one goes near. She is always alone. She is too beautiful

 

for any other girl to want to know her . 

This is sheer out of envy.  They envy .  They can not bear the beauty. 

 

 If other girls happened to exchange talk , it is stiff,

matter of fact and with an intent to run away.

The talk is rather quite superficial because

 

 they can not look . They melt in her shadow. 

They are awed and found staring  rather than meeting their

 

eyes  and talk . They can not speak to her

  about boys because they presume that she has an upper

 

hand and she can pocket any hero at the flutter of  eye-lid. 

 

 It gets worse.  She did not ask mother Nature to make 

 

her so beautiful!  This is a kind of a tragedy. It is like

something she is not  from the lot of the girls that mix together,

 

play together study consult quarrel, argue,  read confide with each other.

 

She is seen as an object made apart different from them all. 

The lots of boys and girls peek, sneek  as if she

 

were an object of the zoo.  Her presence intimidates them.  

Her beauty scares them.  The other girls are seen fluttered around,

all flustered,as if she were not made of flesh and blood. 

 

It is a painful grow-up. She has to accept and go through

all these stages in a painful manner.  The most daring and

 

ambitious as she is, she  suffers.  To have a discussion

 is a matter of continuous excitement. 

 

 Beauty elegance and  youth are not commodities.

She can not be bought sold or traded.  There is something

 

different.

Certainly it is not the clothing.  She looks lovely in any dress. 

 

It is  confidence  that is revealed all through the 

clothes. It is the way she carries herself. Straight and tall.  She has

 

an air of indifference; of pride.  She is different than others. She knows.

Before eighteen years, he felt, if, at the relevant time,

 

had he known  his future !     

On his last meeting he was looking  as if he

 

were trying to read her mind,and memorise.

She was all out to torment him.  

 

He wished only if  he had known the future!    

When they met, he had felt content. 

 

He had found his destination. Every time he said

something ,it was the wrong thing to say . 

 

He used the wrong words and she took

everything the wrong way.  Every time he did anything , 

 

it was the wrong thing to do. If he

dared to wait , it is wrong,  If he asked to stop for a talk,

 

she curtly replied 'who has the time!

If he tried to wait , she liked it but soon forgotten,  

 

She avoided him in presence of her other admirers, 

other friiends, if he  stood waiting to talk, She listerned.

 

She did not hear.  If she heard, she did

not understand.  He wished he had done the right things

 

from the beginning and followed the rules.  She had told

to follow the rules.   Would his fate been different? 

 

He was fatally clumsy . He was madly in love . 

He wanted to capture  attention.but he made all the

 

wrong move. He sent all the signals but these signals were mis-

interpreted mis-read and they turned out as wrong signals. 

 

He wanted to capture  attention.  He wanted to

make the right move.   He was guilty as

 

charged.  He had lost.

He made a wong move.  He said

 

a wrong thing again. He was shy. What ever

messages he  sent she  misinterpreted them. 

 

For once she did not commit.  

She put all reponsibility on him to take the

 

lead and she would follow.  It was as simple as that.  

What to do?   Gone time can not come.

 

back?     They will not meet again.   (CONTD...)

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BE HEALTHY. 

HAVE BREAKFAST LIKE A KING.

HAVE LUNCH LIKE A COMMONER.

HAVE DINNER LIKE A PAUPER.

THAT'S WAY TO BE HEALTHY WEALTHY & WISE.

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No more coffee, no more tea, for me,

Milk with banana is good for me,

No much sugar no much salt, for me,

Honey with cheese is good for me.

No more potatoes and fries for me,

Veg salad with curd milk is good for me.

No more medicine or sleep pills for me,

A cup of luke warm milk is good for me.

No more health-club exercise for  me,

 A hectic day in court is good for me.

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IS IT WISE?

A woman invests  everything in a husband.

It is pure and simple gambling. By a single act

to marry him,  she puts at stake  the life, the career,

her future,  everything . Does the man deserve ?

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   SHE.  Ch.19. 

  Describing   the undescribable,

  Scrutinising the unscrutinisable,

  Speaking    the unspeakable,

  Writing        the unwritable,

  Discussing  the undiscussable,

  Loving         the unlovable,

  Lost in directions undirectionable.

  IMAGINE THE UNIMAGINABLE.

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   THE BEST VIEW OF THE MORNING STREET,

 

   He viewed her in the window down the street,

   It was a feast for the eyes and the mind;

   It linked hearts of the viewer and the find.

   He remembers, He remembers the window wherein she stood,

  Straight down the lane, he daily  passed  for good,

  Once the scootee dashed into a larry,

   He had to say enough sorry-sarry.

 

 

 

AN UNFINISHED PART- OF A LETTER.
 Pride in Beauty is like a flaw in a diamond.

  The view of her frame in the window in the lane,  

  he thinks he saw her aiming  with a cane. 

  It was a feast for the eyes and the mind, 

  It linked the hearts of the viewer and the find.
 

  Remember,  Remember, the window where she stood, 

  Straight down the lane, he used to pass for good,  

  Once the scooty got dashed on a larry,  

  he had to say was enough of sorry sorry sarry.                                                                                                                                                                                         

   Believe for a moment that he slipped.If he slipped, should she        

slip?

Alas!  They were friends in youth,But whispering tongues poisoned the truth.

Sweet is the revenge especially for the woman.Oh!  Nothing in the world by nature is single,All things by law divide twos in single mingle.

There is no sport in hate,when all rage is on one side. 

The houses are new, but prejudices are old.   

He stumbled unto her years back. Pride in a Beauty is like a flaw in a

diamond. But he likes  because a flawed diamond is better than a piece

of stone.
                                                                                                                                                              
     There are fires that start spontaneously. Fire was intense on both

sides.   May be you have heard of the fire at Fire Crackers market.

Phut, Phut a Phut, a chain reaction of fire,   noise, smoke and light,

and everything turned into chaos taking lives of hundreds, loss of

property into millions. The fire was intense much more than the one

that gripped that town.  She was a lovely sight to  see. Her face was

rarest of a rare face he came across as yet;   such a face, by a glimpse

of it,  other faces would fade in oblivion.  Oh! What a pity! What a face

it was! She spoiled it by creating wrinkles to it by frequently frowning

at small events.  She created permanent laugh lines at the corners

of the cheeks,   due to frequent prolonged smiling. She allowed frown

lines in the forehead on account of  frowning at the turn of unexpected

events and unwanted expression on that lovely face.  All this happened

because she had high voltage temperament.
 

One of the two had to bend. That time too passed.

   25 YEARS.IN.RETROSPECTION                 WAKE UP CALL.  Last Chapter.  The END.  THE BIG END.                                                                                                                                WAKE UP CALL. LET US GET STARTED.         BETTER LATE THAN NEVER.------------------------------------When the world is sleeping, to-day on this day India is awake.

We made a tryst with destiny.   Now the time has come to redeem our commitment.

 Dream Incomplete………………….