Monday, February 15, 2010

May Be- "The Complete Story"

I came across with the happenings of Ms. Blanche Durosit last year, during spring season. She ended her love-tale with a semicolon. The unwrapped and unfinished account of hers left the readers with a flimsy water-bubble, the bubble that stores something within, hardly matters if it is a vacuum, and the bubble that is destined to burst.  Her semicolon too carried my sentiments to find out the answers hidden in the photons of the sunrays, which daily bathed the cute Blanche but never revealed to her “her destiny”. Today is 15th Feb ‘1984 and I could not wait for a better day to add up in the calendar to convey the answers to Ms. Blanche. I, therefore, decided to travel across the frozen deserts of Leh-Ladakh. It was Mr. Joseph Kennedy only, the Chief Monk of the Monarsh Monestry, who told me that the path of my destiny crosses the fortune of Blanche, and I am chosen by the Almighty to interpret the denotation of her emotional and turbulent vibes. I remember it was a month back only when Blanche came to visit this Monestry in quest for locked answers. She has long been interested in various aspects of religion analytics but definitely she was searching for something more. Her search leads her to people of great wisdom, who begin to teach Blanche about the spiritual world. She meets a wise man who dwells in a forest, who teaches her about positivism and trusting in the goodness of the world, but still could not answer her “something more”. The wise man was no other than the Mr. Kennedy.
Every person has a role to play in his own as well as the other’s life. Sometimes, we are being used as a prop and sometimes we use others as a prop. We call it as Life!! So, I was chosen by the nature, a student, studying the basic levels of the Monestry. Aah! Now I understand why the chief Monk found himself ineligible to answer that “something more” of Blanche. Simple and straight was the answer, the role was allotted to me by the God and therefore the surroundings started their job as per HIS commands. There was something in the eyes of Blanche which dragged me back and forced me to follow her eagerness.
“What is she looking for Mr. Kennedy? I can see a blend of anxiousness and stagnancy in her expressions? She seems to be at peace at first look but only she knows the turbulence at her soul. Does she come up with specific query? I asked.
“Yes, my dear Kush! Guess, you can try for her questions. May be you are the chosen one to help her out in her destiny. Go ahead my good student” commanded the chief.
“This is an article my boy written by not so famous author Ms. Gupta. The article got published in “Round of City” section of the “Hello City” newspaper. Read it and you will get the thorough about Blanche.”  Monk further added.
So, here is the article written by not so famous author Ms. Gupta. You can also go through it by clicking at the link:


After reading her story I myself got so much interested that I personally thanked God for HIS allotment criteria. I decided to first find and meet Mr. Sonart Roger to know the ultimate truth and his part of story. Therefore, I started my journey with few franks and a map of Madagascar, Sona’s place. After a good R&D, finally I discovered the truth and chose “letters” as a medium of correspondence to make Blanche aware of the “ultimate reality”. After all I also believed that an answer should be framed in the same format as the question has been put up.

So, here goes my letter for Ms. Blanche.

Ms Blanche Durosit,
Paris, France

I hope this letter finds its way to reach you in this big world of ours to deliver you a message which I am sure would be most dear to you to know. My name is Kush and via a common friend of ours I came to know your story about Late Mr. Sonart Roger. To await the return of a loved one whom you knew only for few days for almost 2 yrs is a sign of great strength and faith in love. This very same love drove me to a quest to learn the true reason of Sona’s absence from your life. Please forgive me in case my quest seemed inappropriate to you, but I understand the value of such patience and the throbbing of heart each day to know the answer to that special “WHY”. Please find enclosed below my journey and how I find myself heavy at heart to deliver my message.


After I heard of your story, I undertook to set myself to a journey to Madagascar rather than writing a letter; fearing the worst that maybe Sona did lie to you about his native place. But your love for him strengthened my faith in him too and I started anyhow. I am sorry I never did get to meet this wonderful guy whom you had met and loved, but more or less I know the reason and story behind his absence. My enquiry started from his very home where I met his parents, and then his ex-fiancée Ms. Sharon Lovehood and a sailor of a ship named Mr. Jack Martin.

Sonart Roger’s Parents
My visit to Sona’s parents was very troublesome. They thought me to be your friend and almost ordered their dog to chew me off the house. Only when I told them a lie (necessary one there); that I was allowed inside. It seemed that they were not too happy about Sona meeting you and proposing you for marriage. It seemed to them that a well-to-do son like theirs ought not to get married to a woman like you. (If only they had known how truly a wonderful woman you are). They had tried their best to change his mind only to make his love stronger; until the day when his father became seriously ill. It seemed that he was about to die from it, when he emotionally blackmailed your loved one to decide otherwise. Sona was a very loving child too, just as he was a loving person towards you. He couldn’t deny his father’s wishes and with a heavy heart it seems agreed to his decision. Here comes the arrival of his to-be-fiancée Ms Sharon Lovehood. It seems she is a carefree girl of the city whose sole purpose is to charm rich boys and enjoy their companionship till the very end only to then pick another guy; and now her eyes were on Sonart Roger “the charming rich bachelor of the town”. She was smart enough to charm his parents first to buy her entry. I am very distressed to let you know that your letters had reached their destination always, but not at the right hands. His mother had received the first letter and it seemed arranged a way to ensure the arrival of all the letters to her. She had kept them hidden from Sona and also committed the sin to give him a fake letter on your behalf saying that you have found another man in France. Please do forgive her for her deed. Although her father later recovered; but they saw to it that he doesn’t turn back to his promise. Soon, the engagement took place and Ms Sharon started living with him. At last all they could tell me was that one day he found out about your letters and was deeply moved. He was almost on the verge of burning the house to ashes for keeping your precious letters a secret from him. Your love, your deep feelings for him and your then living circumstances made him to decide the inevitable; it seems to me now. He didn’t talk to his parents or Sharon for a day or two after that. I am been conveyed that within two days of that disaster day (as they mention to me), Sona left the house for good; writing to them that he would never return back home and plans to settle with you somewhere forever. His parents are in the assumption that he is living with you now, but knowing the truth myself I know more lies to this journey. I bid them farewell and took off to meet Mrs Sharon Miller (she seemed to get married to the city’s richest doctor later).

Mrs. Sharon Miller
Mrs Miller I see truly lives up to her image- Beautiful, charming and CUNNING. It took me quite a bit of an effort to lie nice and proper to her about my visit. Although my visit was short but it prepared me for my next journey. She never did love Sona in the first place and felt that Sona knew it too. More than this she felt Sona loved you more than anyone else. Strange it would seem to you that even after their engagement they never did sleep together. In Mrs Millers own words, “Sonart always did step back from touching me as if his hands were meant to touch someone else. He always seemed so distant and engaged to himself in thoughts. There were times when unknown to my presence near to him he talked to himself sadly- “I wish you could be with me my love. Please forgive me for keeping you away from me so long. My love is and shall always be for you and you only for now and till eternity. ”. Strange remarks if I might add”. Mrs Miller knew she had lost her bet on Sonart and was already trying to distance herself off and devising ways to break the engagement. “It was a good thing that he found out about the letters. To tell you the truth Mr. Kush it was me who hinted him of them. Oh! You should have seen how he blew himself up that day; I never knew till then that he could show so much anger and sadness together. It made me the victim when he left the house for good and took that day’s boat to the capital. To be honest, had he not done so then I couldn’t have pretended to be sick and then get married to my husband, could I? It’s all part of this game of life- some win, some lose. I hope he is happy with that ***** where ever they are. So Mr. Kush tell me, are you a married man?” It took me more than anything to restrain my hand from getting lifted and fly towards those pompous cheeks of hers then. I bid her a quick farewell and rushed to the dockyard to know which ship sailed that day to Toamasina (nearest major port to the capital).

Mr. Jack Martin
At the dockyard I met a very nice resourceful guy who knows everyone and everything that goes on there. He had directed me to meet a certain Mr. Jack Martin (famously known as Jackin) to talk in this regards. Jack was a nice bearded sailor guy, always showing off his gold tooth in the front while smiling. Since I was in a hurry to know about your Sona’s whereabouts I decided to play straight with him. “Aye, he, Senor Sonart was a very nice guy, charming and joyous guy. But he was depressed that day when I saw him; yeah mighty depressed but yet happy his eyes shone to me. Mighty odd if ya’ ask me mate. No one can be sad and happy at once, can they?” Although I agreed with him but inside I knew why it was so. Sona was sad to know the truth after 1 year of staying away from you, disillusioned that you are married and happy at the same time that he is on his way to live with you for good. Yes, only I could understand his state of mind. To answer to your prayers, your letters, your faith, your patience was everything for him now. It seemed that Almighty himself was taking him to you; no wonder he was happy then. “But let me tell ya’ a secret mate, you seem a nice decent fella’ and am sure you won’t go talk to cops about it”. It was then that I raised an eyebrow- Cop? Where did police come into the picture? “Ya’ see mate, the thing is that day there was a storm in our journey and the ship was pretty weak to take it. Now our dear captain was all drunk and dirty that night. Poor Senor Sonart, he tried to reason with the captain to dock somewhere until the storm passes off; but no sir; our captain heard not a word. During the sail Senor was walking by the railing when he got into a tiff with the captain again. This time the captain showed a bit too much of his strength and brushed him only to see him falling off the ship. Poor Senor Sonart, he fell into that storm and no one could see him at that time of night. Am sorry fella’ there was nothing anyone could do and it was an unfortunate event. We reported to no one about it, as no one came to ask us about him until today. Now you tell to no one about this okay? Heed me well, ya’ better be off leaving this dock now”. He was about to leave, when I came to my senses. Sona dead? And that also unknown to anyone; especially to his loved Blanche who is still waiting for him?
“Mr Jack, was there any luggage of Senor Sonart which you people might have kept with you, some letters maybe?”, I asked hopefully. “Ya’ right. I do have some letters now that you mention and a diary of his; that’s all. The dresses and money were taken by others.”
This way I got hold of those precious letters you had sent. Although I didn’t get to understand much of what you wrote in them, but the diary of Sona was very useful to me. It recorded his last moments and thoughts (all for you).

Diary of Sonarta Roger
I am so happy today knowing that my lovely Blanche is not married and waiting for me out there in the beautiful city of Paris. How I wish I could fly to her and give her my arms to rest upon. Oh God! Why don’t you give us loved ones wings to fly just like your angels. It was such a troublesome year to live without her and to bear the presence of Sharon. I know Blanche will never forgive me for what I did, but I am sure she will understand what I had gone through. My god- so many letters unanswered, so many not read by me. How could I ever face her for this? I will ensure that I take her to a beautiful church first thing when I meet her and get married. Later on we both can answer to those letters. Oh that crazy girl, she left her job to await my return and to think love can make sensible people insane. If only I could have known the truth, if only she could have known the truth. How could I have known that the letter was a fake one? No wonder that Sharon was able to make me agree to her proposal and trap me in her charm. Woman, who could understand them- One waits for me and the other traps me in her web? Why such circumstances come in the life of loved ones who wish nothing but to live together and enjoy the moments with each other? If only I could whisper my caring words to this storm which could take it all the way to her and let her know I am coming to her. Now I know why I felt so terrible even after reading the fake letter. True heart can always hear the call of another, and to think that Sharon was almost getting married to me. That witch!! How my parents could be so blind to true love and welcoming to a witch like her. If only they could have thought and cared more to my wishes than their own desires. Blanche would have become such a beautiful wife to me and a daughter-in-law to them. Why I ask you God, does fate play such cruel games at us who are sincere at heart? What rights to do you have to play with my Blanche’s heart knowing how soft and caring she is? I still remember those eyes and that darling face of hers when I saw her at the banks of Seine. Her looking around for a customer on that beautiful Sunday morning, I still remember that wonderful day and date; 18th October 1982- Prized day of my life to meet the most prized possession I could ever imagine. Well, all I can add now is that “all is well that ends well”. Tomorrow is my flight to Cairo and then to Paris. I meet her the next day and off we are to live a beautiful life for the rest of the days. I am coming my love…….I am coming to you forever my treasured one !!

Tears came to my eyes; rather it flowed like a flood from those small eyes of mine. Such love, such passion and such a tragedy to happen to him? What will I say to Blanche now? My journey still comes to and end. Whom shall I take to her now that I know the truth of his absence? So devoted was his love for her, that he was taken by the very hands of Almighty to himself. Hain Bhagwan! Why showing injustice to that poor woman who awaits his return? I took all those letters and the diary with me to keep with myself. 

Note: My friend and colleague Kush Mukherjee wrote the letter to Ms. Blanche