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Tuesday, September 30
Monday, September 29
Wednesday, September 24
How can the poles shift?
Rather than the Earth being a solid piece of rock, it is divided into distinct layers. We live on the outer surface of the crust, which is broken up into six main continental plates and a few smaller ones. Geologists have differing opinions on what is further below, but for our purposes this simplified model will suffice:
The inner core consists of solid iron and is surrounded by an outer core of liquid iron. The lower mantle is made of molten rock. The upper mantle and crust are solid, but only loosely connected and are able to slip and slide against each other, the least effect of which is continental drift. All layers are capable of independent movement.
Directly below the Earth's crust (or lithosphere) at a depth of 50-150 kilometres is a layer called the asthenosphere. It is constructed of a low-velocity plastic material capable of flow. The crust is split into plates, and the tectonic plate theory says that these plates move individually, slipping over the hot semi-plastic asthenosphere, at a rate of 1-4 cms a year. The action of these plates pushing against each other causes mountain ranges to form, causes earthquakes and stimulates volcanic activity.
Apart from being a permanent constant (orthodox gradualist view), this movement of a miniscule 1-4 cms a year could also be the low point in a fluctuating system, or the crust's momentum finally coming to a halt after a major slippage of 30 degrees, which occurred in recent times - perhaps 12,000 years ago.
There are two ways in which the location of the poles might shift:
1. Poleshift: A sudden and radical displacement of the planet's axis of rotation (the earth tips over).
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2. Poleshift: A slippage of the planet's solid crust over the molten interior - so that the polar locations change.
Entire planet tipping over
The layers of the Earth remain stable, and the entire planet tips over as one unit. This could either be caused by unknown extra-terrestrial forces, or the Earth somehow becoming unbalanced. A similar unbalancing event probably happened on Mars. Along its equator is a massive volcano known as Tharsis, which is the largest known gravity anomaly in our solar system. Either this volcano formed on the equator and has remained there ever since, or, more likely, it formed elsewhere and then migrated there due to centrifugal forces. If a point on a spinning globe is much heavier than average, then centrifugal forces will try to shift that point towards the equator
If this happened to Earth then it is hard to say how fast it would shift, or what level of catastrophe would occur. It could feasibly be so slow and uneventful that we wouldn't even notice.
In 1955 Thomas Gold stated that if the earth were a perfect sphere instead of a flattened spheroid, 'the smallest beetle walking over it would be able to change the axis of rotation relative to markings on the sphere by an arbitrarily large angle; the axis of rotation in space would change by a small angle only'.
Fortunately, that cannot happen, because the earth has an equatorial bulge. This gives our planet stability, in the same way that a spinning top, which is wider in the middle, manages to stay upright as long as it keeps spinning.
Made out of solid wood, a top could happily spin forever without any harm coming to it. But if it were hollow, however, and something loose was rattling around inside, then its spinning actions would eventually cause it to wear our - friction and interaction between two objects will always eventually cause fatigue and destruction. The earth, as we saw above, is not a single solid unit - it has layers that scrape against each other.
Slippage of the crust
Charles Hapgood proposed that this slippage between the top two layers of the Earth allows for the continental plates to move as a single unit, rapidly over great distances - just as the skin of an orange, if separated from the fruit's inner part, can move as one piece. The core remains where it is, and the axis and orbit of the planet remain unchanged. Orthodox science, fixating on the idea of gradualism, has chosen to ignore this idea. They have yet to disprove it.
The crust's movement over the asthenosphere would create mayhem. If the current level of volcanic and earthquake activity is caused by plates shifting 1-4 cms a year, then imagine what would happen if they shifted thousands of kilometres in less time!
In 1955, just prior to his death, Albert Einstein wrote this foreword to a book on pole shifts:
I frequently receive communications from people who wish to consult me concerning their unpublished ideas. It goes without saying that these ideas are very seldom possessed of scientific validity. The very first communication, however, that I received from Mr. Hapgood electrified me. His idea is original, of great simplicity, and - if it continues to prove itself - of great importance to everything that is related to the history of the earth's surface.. The author has not confined himself to a simple presentation of the idea. He has also set forth, cautiously and comprehensively, the extraordinarily rich material that supports his displacement theory. I think that this rather astonishing, even fascinating, idea deserves the serious attention of anyone who concerns himself with the theory of the earth's development."
The book is by Charles Hapgood - The Earth's Shifting Crust (1958).
Tuesday, September 23
Monday, September 22
THE PUPPY IS DEAD
Rahul was rushing to finish his work. He had been waiting for this day for a long time. The day that he had yearned for has finally arrived.
He had made all his plans a month back. He had stayed two days overnight to finish off his work. His project mates could see happiness radiating in his face. They could not understand the real reason though as they had seen him slog the entire week.
He re-checked his wallet to confirm if the flight ticket was there. Then he checked the date and travel time for nth time again. Everything had gone as planned. He had completed his deliverable and the project was due for release the next day.
He left a note to his Manger and started off rushing to the airport.
On the way to the airport he made a call to her. The only other person on earth who knew what he was up to.
"Mama, Rahul here. Everything's fine. I am on my way to the airport. Will call you tomorrow. Take care Bye".
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"Rahul, a call for you" yelled Bharath. Rahul was busy trying to fix an open issue. "Hey buddy. Can you take down the name of the person and tell that I'll call them after an hour", replied Rahul.
"But it seems the person wants to get some information and its urgent" said Bharath.
Rahul picked up the phone. "Hello this is Anjali here. Sorry to disturb you Rahul. I am in AFA project and I need some help from you".
Rahul was mesmerized by her voice. It's the same familiar voice that he had heard numerous times. "Rahul! Are you there?" queried Anjali.
"Yes. Tell me Anjali. What can I do for you?" replied Rahul.
"Hey buddy not coming for lunch?" called out Bharath. Rahul had been explaining her and this call made him realize that 2 hrs had passed by.
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It has just been a couple of months. But her thought seemed to have evaded both Rahul's heart and his work. He had not been through this before and hence found it very strange.
"What's her name?" his mom asked Rahul casually while serving dinner.
He was taken aback by this question.
"I can't get you ma." he replied.
"I know you beta. I can notice the difference in you. You need not tell me if you wish not to"
"Ma. I don't know what is happening to me. I've started liking her I suppose," he told his mom.
The taxi came to a screeching halt outside the airport. Rahul got back to his senses.
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He boarded his flight to Pune. As the flight took off his thoughts drifted towards her. He imagined her cuddled up in his arms. Her beautiful voice, echoed in his ears. All those pleasant memories and sweet nothing conversations rushed up in his mind.
Anjali: You're amazing. I can't believe that a person can have so much knowledge and yet be so humble
Rahul: That's very flattering. I think the same applies to you too.
Anjali: Me??
Rahul: I know that you had won the inter-corporate light music competition. Your voice is so beautiful. I admire your voice. It's a pleasure to work with you ma'am
Anjali: Thanks Rahul. How do you know that? Do you sing too?
Rahul: Not unless I want an Jevacuation in my area.
Anjali: Giggling… So you just listen and enjoy is it?
Rahul: Yeah! I don't sing but... (It can wait a little longer. I'll tell her when I meet her) Yes! For we people are not blessed with the talent that you have. All we can do is admire.
"We'll be landing in another 5 minutes" announced the flight attendant and this call got Rahul back to the present.
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Mithun: Dude! How was your journey?
Rahul: Fine buddy.
Mithun: Will you at least tell me now, the purpose of this trip?
Rahul: Just wait for another day dude. The secret would be out. By the way did you get me what I had asked for?
Mithun: Yes. Here! Have it. But you could have brought your own guitar. Why did you ask for a new one?
Rahul: It's getting late dude. Let's move. I'll answer all your questions tomorrow.
With a friendly hug both of them parted outside the airport.
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Rahul displayed his ID card to the security person outside his office and rushed to the 10th floor of the building. He silently slipped into the work area. His eyes were frantically searching for her.
Finally his eyes fell upon the object of his search. His Love. She was dressed in a beautiful blue and white chudithar and her loosely coiled hair fell upon her shoulder. Rahul was dumbstruck. He felt an impulse to rush and hug her and kiss her on her cheeks. Controlling himself he sheepishly moved into the cubicle just behind hers.
Mahesh who had just spotted Rahul almost yelled his name. Rahul jumped across and firmly held his hands across Mahesh's mouth. Rahul had moved with such pace that he almost toppled Mahesh from his chair.
He hissed at Mahesh and asked him to remain silent. Rahul's voice was almost a whisper.
Rahul: Shhhh! I need help from you dude. No questions please. I need your PC for another 15 minutes. Take a break and be back and I can explain everything.
Mahesh: But! I have an urgent work to…
Rahul: Please dude! Just 15 mins.
Mahesh: Rahul had helped him a lot and he could not say a 'No' to Rahul. He silently left the place half curious and half puzzled. While all this happened, Anjali and her friends had settled in their cubicle. There seemed a buzz around the entire place.
He slowly placed the guitar at the desk and logged into Mahesh's pc. "The game starts now" he thought to himself.
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He logged into the messenger with his id and pinged her.
Rahul: Hi! Anjali!
Anjali: Hello! Good Afternoon. What's up weirdo? (Rahul could hear her giggling in her cubicle as she typed in the reply)
Rahul: Nothing. Just relieved and happy that my project is finally going for a release tom J
Anjali: Wow! Treat! You had worked very hard and I am sure it would be a big success.
Rahul: Yeah! I am hoping the same. So how's your work going along?
Anjali: Not great yaar! Stuck up with coding for one of the screens.
Rahul: How about a cup of coffee?
Anjali: Coffee? Have you come here to Pune?
Rahul: Nope. (He put in a coffee cup symbol over the messenger and chuckled while doing so).
Anjali: Hey weirdo! Can you help me out in fixing up the error if you aren't too busy?
Rahul: Sure! Tell me the screen where you've got stuck up.
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Rahul got up slightly and saw Pooja and Lavanya entering Anjali's cube. He immediately ducked down and slid himself in his chair.
"Hey Anju! Common! Wind up your work fast. It's your b'day today and we had planned to leave early today" uttered Pooja.
"Yeah! I also don't feel like working today. But I am stuck up in a screen" replied Anjali.
Rahul: Hello! Will you tell me the place or screen pls…(pinged Anju in msgr)
"So what's the puppy saying? Wagging its tail? Huh" asked Pooja.
"Must be waiting for the biscuits I suppose," told Lavanya as she joined the conversation.
Just as Lavanya said this all three broke into a loud laughter.
Rahul was puzzled by this conversation and could not decipher what they were talking about.
"So what are you waiting for when you have the pup at your disposal. An intelligent pup, I must say. Just ask him to code the screen for you" told Pooja.
"Yeah! Throw him two additional smilies in the messenger and he would be happy to do the entire coding for you" added Lavanya.
Rahul could not believe what he was hearing.
Anjali: Hey weirdo! I am not feeling well today.Can you do the coding for the Balance Screen alone?
Rahul's hands were trembling and he was too shocked to reply.
Rahul: Just a min. (he forced himself to reply)
Anjali: Please dear! I have a doctor's appointment today and need to leave early.
"Here goes the second biscuit," told Pooja as she laughed.
Rahul was in a state of complete disbelief. Tears started rolling down his eyes. It seemed to him as if the entire world was spinning.
"Wish I had one pup too. Can you check if the pup can help with my work too" told Lavanya and the three broke into laughter again.
Rahul was sobbing now with tears all over his cheeks. He still could not believe what was happening.
"The pup seems a little reluctant today. Guess he needs more cajoling today" told Anjali.
And this statement seemed to be the final nail on his coffin. He grunted in agony and pain.
"The puppy is dead' he typed into the messenger window and silently slipped out of the place.
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He seemed to be caught in a sea of emotions and he didn't even notice Mahesh who was returning back with a cup of coffee. He took the elevator to the terrace.
Anjali finally saw the reply on the messenger window and was puzzled. She pulled the other two and showed them the reply.
"But how could he have known? Had he been here?" questioned Pooja.
"He actually asked me over for a cup of coffee initially but then put up a coffee mug icon over the msgr" replied Anjali.
Just as they were pondering, Mahesh entered his cubicle. He saw the guitar placed over his desk with a rose stuck between the strings and a card by its side.
Just as he slipped open the card, a faint musical note "Happy Birthday to you" resonated from within. This caught the attention of Anjali and others as they turned back and moved into Mahesh's cubicle.
"To Anjali!
Wishing you many more happy returns of the day!
With Love
Rahul" read the card.
Mahesh passed over the card to Anjali!
She slipped open the card, and was dumbstruck not knowing what to do next. The faint b'day note was playing in the background.
Mahesh now got a grip of the situation but couldn't still understand why Rahul left abruptly.
Rahul was crying over aloud in the terrace punching the wall with his fists. He never expected this to happen. He had decided to tell his love for her today and he was a bit apprehensive over her response.
What hurt him more was the way she had considered him. As a mere utilizable commodity! "The puppy is dead! Its dead" he shouted as he kept landing punches on the wall. His knuckles were swollen and a taint of blood appeared over them.
His mobile rang all of a sudden. He was in no mood to talk to anyone. As he pulled up the mobile from his pocket he saw that it was his mother calling.
He slowly pressed the answer button.
"Beta! How are you? What happened?" uttered his mother.
He wanted to tell her all that happened and for a moment wished that she were by his side. But words failed to come out from his mouth and it seemed as if a lump was stuck in his throat.
There was a long silence and he finally managed to speak. "I am fine ma" he replied.
"It wasn't your fault beta!" she told as if reading his mind.
"You loved her from the core of your heart. If she didn't like you, it's her who's missing a wonderful person. It does hurt and I can understand. But remember that you have a person who is missing you a lot. Please come back home tonight for dinner" saying this she ended the call.
Her words comforted him and he felt a lot better. He wiped down his tears and kept staring at the heaven. Just then he received another call. It was Anjali calling.
He wanted to smash the mobile against the wall and his blood was surging with anger. He controlled his emotions and pressed the answer button.
"I am really sorry Rahul! It was all meant to be fun and I never wanted to hurt you." she said.
"The little pup loved you from all its heart. But it's dead and buried now! Goodbye." saying this he ended the call.
Anjali tried calling Rahul again but he didn't attend the call. He switched off his mobile as he took the elevator to ground floor. He checked out of office and boarded a taxi to the airport.
He had made all his plans a month back. He had stayed two days overnight to finish off his work. His project mates could see happiness radiating in his face. They could not understand the real reason though as they had seen him slog the entire week.
He re-checked his wallet to confirm if the flight ticket was there. Then he checked the date and travel time for nth time again. Everything had gone as planned. He had completed his deliverable and the project was due for release the next day.
He left a note to his Manger and started off rushing to the airport.
On the way to the airport he made a call to her. The only other person on earth who knew what he was up to.
"Mama, Rahul here. Everything's fine. I am on my way to the airport. Will call you tomorrow. Take care Bye".
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"Rahul, a call for you" yelled Bharath. Rahul was busy trying to fix an open issue. "Hey buddy. Can you take down the name of the person and tell that I'll call them after an hour", replied Rahul.
"But it seems the person wants to get some information and its urgent" said Bharath.
Rahul picked up the phone. "Hello this is Anjali here. Sorry to disturb you Rahul. I am in AFA project and I need some help from you".
Rahul was mesmerized by her voice. It's the same familiar voice that he had heard numerous times. "Rahul! Are you there?" queried Anjali.
"Yes. Tell me Anjali. What can I do for you?" replied Rahul.
"Hey buddy not coming for lunch?" called out Bharath. Rahul had been explaining her and this call made him realize that 2 hrs had passed by.
************************************************************************
It has just been a couple of months. But her thought seemed to have evaded both Rahul's heart and his work. He had not been through this before and hence found it very strange.
"What's her name?" his mom asked Rahul casually while serving dinner.
He was taken aback by this question.
"I can't get you ma." he replied.
"I know you beta. I can notice the difference in you. You need not tell me if you wish not to"
"Ma. I don't know what is happening to me. I've started liking her I suppose," he told his mom.
The taxi came to a screeching halt outside the airport. Rahul got back to his senses.
************************************************************************
He boarded his flight to Pune. As the flight took off his thoughts drifted towards her. He imagined her cuddled up in his arms. Her beautiful voice, echoed in his ears. All those pleasant memories and sweet nothing conversations rushed up in his mind.
Anjali: You're amazing. I can't believe that a person can have so much knowledge and yet be so humble
Rahul: That's very flattering. I think the same applies to you too.
Anjali: Me??
Rahul: I know that you had won the inter-corporate light music competition. Your voice is so beautiful. I admire your voice. It's a pleasure to work with you ma'am
Anjali: Thanks Rahul. How do you know that? Do you sing too?
Rahul: Not unless I want an Jevacuation in my area.
Anjali: Giggling… So you just listen and enjoy is it?
Rahul: Yeah! I don't sing but... (It can wait a little longer. I'll tell her when I meet her) Yes! For we people are not blessed with the talent that you have. All we can do is admire.
"We'll be landing in another 5 minutes" announced the flight attendant and this call got Rahul back to the present.
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Mithun: Dude! How was your journey?
Rahul: Fine buddy.
Mithun: Will you at least tell me now, the purpose of this trip?
Rahul: Just wait for another day dude. The secret would be out. By the way did you get me what I had asked for?
Mithun: Yes. Here! Have it. But you could have brought your own guitar. Why did you ask for a new one?
Rahul: It's getting late dude. Let's move. I'll answer all your questions tomorrow.
With a friendly hug both of them parted outside the airport.
************************************************************************
Rahul displayed his ID card to the security person outside his office and rushed to the 10th floor of the building. He silently slipped into the work area. His eyes were frantically searching for her.
Finally his eyes fell upon the object of his search. His Love. She was dressed in a beautiful blue and white chudithar and her loosely coiled hair fell upon her shoulder. Rahul was dumbstruck. He felt an impulse to rush and hug her and kiss her on her cheeks. Controlling himself he sheepishly moved into the cubicle just behind hers.
Mahesh who had just spotted Rahul almost yelled his name. Rahul jumped across and firmly held his hands across Mahesh's mouth. Rahul had moved with such pace that he almost toppled Mahesh from his chair.
He hissed at Mahesh and asked him to remain silent. Rahul's voice was almost a whisper.
Rahul: Shhhh! I need help from you dude. No questions please. I need your PC for another 15 minutes. Take a break and be back and I can explain everything.
Mahesh: But! I have an urgent work to…
Rahul: Please dude! Just 15 mins.
Mahesh: Rahul had helped him a lot and he could not say a 'No' to Rahul. He silently left the place half curious and half puzzled. While all this happened, Anjali and her friends had settled in their cubicle. There seemed a buzz around the entire place.
He slowly placed the guitar at the desk and logged into Mahesh's pc. "The game starts now" he thought to himself.
************************************************************************
He logged into the messenger with his id and pinged her.
Rahul: Hi! Anjali!
Anjali: Hello! Good Afternoon. What's up weirdo? (Rahul could hear her giggling in her cubicle as she typed in the reply)
Rahul: Nothing. Just relieved and happy that my project is finally going for a release tom J
Anjali: Wow! Treat! You had worked very hard and I am sure it would be a big success.
Rahul: Yeah! I am hoping the same. So how's your work going along?
Anjali: Not great yaar! Stuck up with coding for one of the screens.
Rahul: How about a cup of coffee?
Anjali: Coffee? Have you come here to Pune?
Rahul: Nope. (He put in a coffee cup symbol over the messenger and chuckled while doing so).
Anjali: Hey weirdo! Can you help me out in fixing up the error if you aren't too busy?
Rahul: Sure! Tell me the screen where you've got stuck up.
************************************************************************
Rahul got up slightly and saw Pooja and Lavanya entering Anjali's cube. He immediately ducked down and slid himself in his chair.
"Hey Anju! Common! Wind up your work fast. It's your b'day today and we had planned to leave early today" uttered Pooja.
"Yeah! I also don't feel like working today. But I am stuck up in a screen" replied Anjali.
Rahul: Hello! Will you tell me the place or screen pls…(pinged Anju in msgr)
"So what's the puppy saying? Wagging its tail? Huh" asked Pooja.
"Must be waiting for the biscuits I suppose," told Lavanya as she joined the conversation.
Just as Lavanya said this all three broke into a loud laughter.
Rahul was puzzled by this conversation and could not decipher what they were talking about.
"So what are you waiting for when you have the pup at your disposal. An intelligent pup, I must say. Just ask him to code the screen for you" told Pooja.
"Yeah! Throw him two additional smilies in the messenger and he would be happy to do the entire coding for you" added Lavanya.
Rahul could not believe what he was hearing.
Anjali: Hey weirdo! I am not feeling well today.Can you do the coding for the Balance Screen alone?
Rahul's hands were trembling and he was too shocked to reply.
Rahul: Just a min. (he forced himself to reply)
Anjali: Please dear! I have a doctor's appointment today and need to leave early.
"Here goes the second biscuit," told Pooja as she laughed.
Rahul was in a state of complete disbelief. Tears started rolling down his eyes. It seemed to him as if the entire world was spinning.
"Wish I had one pup too. Can you check if the pup can help with my work too" told Lavanya and the three broke into laughter again.
Rahul was sobbing now with tears all over his cheeks. He still could not believe what was happening.
"The pup seems a little reluctant today. Guess he needs more cajoling today" told Anjali.
And this statement seemed to be the final nail on his coffin. He grunted in agony and pain.
"The puppy is dead' he typed into the messenger window and silently slipped out of the place.
************************************************************************
He seemed to be caught in a sea of emotions and he didn't even notice Mahesh who was returning back with a cup of coffee. He took the elevator to the terrace.
Anjali finally saw the reply on the messenger window and was puzzled. She pulled the other two and showed them the reply.
"But how could he have known? Had he been here?" questioned Pooja.
"He actually asked me over for a cup of coffee initially but then put up a coffee mug icon over the msgr" replied Anjali.
Just as they were pondering, Mahesh entered his cubicle. He saw the guitar placed over his desk with a rose stuck between the strings and a card by its side.
Just as he slipped open the card, a faint musical note "Happy Birthday to you" resonated from within. This caught the attention of Anjali and others as they turned back and moved into Mahesh's cubicle.
"To Anjali!
Wishing you many more happy returns of the day!
With Love
Rahul" read the card.
Mahesh passed over the card to Anjali!
She slipped open the card, and was dumbstruck not knowing what to do next. The faint b'day note was playing in the background.
Mahesh now got a grip of the situation but couldn't still understand why Rahul left abruptly.
Rahul was crying over aloud in the terrace punching the wall with his fists. He never expected this to happen. He had decided to tell his love for her today and he was a bit apprehensive over her response.
What hurt him more was the way she had considered him. As a mere utilizable commodity! "The puppy is dead! Its dead" he shouted as he kept landing punches on the wall. His knuckles were swollen and a taint of blood appeared over them.
His mobile rang all of a sudden. He was in no mood to talk to anyone. As he pulled up the mobile from his pocket he saw that it was his mother calling.
He slowly pressed the answer button.
"Beta! How are you? What happened?" uttered his mother.
He wanted to tell her all that happened and for a moment wished that she were by his side. But words failed to come out from his mouth and it seemed as if a lump was stuck in his throat.
There was a long silence and he finally managed to speak. "I am fine ma" he replied.
"It wasn't your fault beta!" she told as if reading his mind.
"You loved her from the core of your heart. If she didn't like you, it's her who's missing a wonderful person. It does hurt and I can understand. But remember that you have a person who is missing you a lot. Please come back home tonight for dinner" saying this she ended the call.
Her words comforted him and he felt a lot better. He wiped down his tears and kept staring at the heaven. Just then he received another call. It was Anjali calling.
He wanted to smash the mobile against the wall and his blood was surging with anger. He controlled his emotions and pressed the answer button.
"I am really sorry Rahul! It was all meant to be fun and I never wanted to hurt you." she said.
"The little pup loved you from all its heart. But it's dead and buried now! Goodbye." saying this he ended the call.
Anjali tried calling Rahul again but he didn't attend the call. He switched off his mobile as he took the elevator to ground floor. He checked out of office and boarded a taxi to the airport.
About Me
Hi I am padhu...........
Working as a Software Engineer in Bangalore.........
I am from the Native of Panruti,Cuddalore Dist,TamilNadu....
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My name is Amisha, Amisha Bhatnagar. I am 31 years old born and brought up in Mumbai. I have done my PhD. in psychology but currently, I am a housewife. I love painting, music, cooking etc and etc. No. this isn’t an excerpt from my curriculum vitae but an excerpt from my life. An incident that changed my life forever.
I was married to Rohan Bhatnagar for almost seven years. We have a kid who’s three year old. And I am a happy to do house wife, with god’s grace, as I have a loving husband and the apple of my eyes, my small kid.
Born and brought up in Mumbai, I had to travel all this way from the west coast of Arabian to this beach stretch on the Bay of Bengal as my husband is based in Chennai.
Except for the scorching heat of Mr. Helios in the summer, I very much like this place. Classes and masses apart, Chennai reflects a unique blend of cultures and traditions just like Mumbai.
We stay in an apartment near the Besant Nagar beach. And we have made it a habit to take a stroll along the beach every morning. As usual we were sauntering with the wet sand touching our senses, Chinnu (that’s how I address my kid as) came running to me shouting under that childish delight when you find something odd or strange.
“Momma, look what I have found,” he was spoke with the kiddy accent, stressing the ‘m’ from Momma and ‘k’ from look. I embosomed him with my arms and took the odd thing in my hands. It was a bottle, a corked bottle with a letter inside it.
I hail from a very orthodox family. My mom and dad were liberal, in the sense that they allowed me to study till this point, considering the orthodoxy of my ancestors.
“Boys flirt a lot. I am not saying all boys are bad, but most of them are. Even if you are confronted by Mr. Right, he may be of a different caste and you will bring disgrace to your family, your very own dad and mom who loved you so much and brought you up,” my mom was always skeptical about me having male friends. And true to their expectations I never even looked at a guy, in fact never spoken to anyone else from outside.
Call me narrow-minded or immature or whatever. For me, my parents are everything. They are my world. Juts for the sake of something called love, I can’t wreak havoc in my beautiful family. Of course many of my friends as well as you may beg to differ with me. But you can’t make me shift preferences or my way of thinking.
I was doing my PhD in psychology at Bhavan’s in Mumbai. There was this certain guy who used to follow me, everyday to my home whenever it was late at night. Initially I thought somebody was trying to stalk me, but later on I came to know that he was kinda protecting me.
Of all jobs in this world, I thought he was jobless to follow me around and save me. But still I never hated him. I admired him, for he liked me and yet he never spoke to me. There were days when I walked along the deserted roads of Juhu beach road in the wake of midnight under the cover of the moon. But I never felt I was lonely or insecure, thanks to that guy.
All these days I have been so selfish. Probably he’s thinking that one day I might yield to his sincerity or whatsoever. One fine day, it was late at night as usual I was walking down the road when he followed me. I stopped and looked behind and gave him an angry stare that would have reduced him to ashes. But somehow he survived and perhaps he understood the meaning of that stare.
He stopped following me.
Every night I walked down these roads of Mumbai from Juhu to my home, my eyes involuntarily groped for him quite inexplicably.
Nobody can understand the depth of a woman’s convoluted mind. As long as some one follows you or loves you, we neglect him and once he’s away we know how much he meant for us.
And one day, all of a sudden, from nowhere he appeared before me and said this in a low voice, “Hi Amisha, I have known you since the time you are in college. That’s more than four and half years from now. I loved you at first sight. But had I told you at that time, you wouldn’t have believed me. And so I took my time to realize whether it’s true love or not…” and he paused for a while.
“I love you…” he finished.
God!!! I never expected this from him, I thought with that girlish meanness. I never thought he’s like every one else, every other guy on the streets. What all impression I had about him seemed to have vanished into thin air. The idolatrousness for him doesn’t exist anymore.
What big mistake did he make? He just proposed me. He hasn’t committed any heinous crime after all. But why I think this way? Perhaps the milieu enwombing me under which I was brought up. Or ….
I never said ‘Yes’ and at the same time, I never said a ‘NO’. Perhaps that meant a probable affirmation to him that he proposed three more times.
And the last time I met him, I said, “Look, I don’t know anything about you. You are a perfect stranger. Even if you were friends, I wouldn’t have loved you perhaps. Even if I loved you, my parents would anyways reject this love and of course me too. I know you have wasted so much precious time of yours. Don’t any more. Please ….” I stood in front of him with my hands clasped close as if I were praying, in fact urging him.
It was an earnest request. I should have told him the same long back. Nevertheless, it’s not too late for anything.
He just gave me a smile. A smile which probably meant ‘Do you know what love means or do you know what it feels like to love or to be loved?’
“Ok. Forget all these things, can you atleast prove that you love me? More than anyone else in this world, even more than my parents?”
He was quiet for some time. He looked around and then picked up a bottle. He wrote a letter, and then pushed the letter into the bottle and flung it far into the sea.
“The message will reach you, and then you will understand how much….” he stopped.
That was the last time I ever saw him again.
Then I was married to Rohan.
And today Chinnu found a bottle with a message in it, which read, “I love you.... Chikku” (Chikku, that’s how he used to call me)
My feet trembled and the whole world shattered right infront of me. Thousands of miles, the bottle travelled and reaching its destination might not be a fluke or a mere coincidence. It’s just love, pure love. Probably the greatest of them all. Tears inadvertently cascaded down my cheeks. He loved me so much? I asked myself....
I am proud to have been loved by a great man who proved his love. And at the same time, I missed him. I missed him so much and all for a bottle of love.
“I love you too” I replied to that letter and signed Chikku and sealed it in the same bottle and flung it far into the sea.
Life has to go on. And I am already married. But perhaps I will never forget my paramour throughout my life.
My name is Amisha, and this is my story, a story worth the pages in my diary called life.
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