Good Omen in the morning.

9 A.M. Today I got up with a bit of surprise, as my brother had already got up but was sitting on the bed, looking at my face.

Blinking, blinking he said, “Da, I’m hungry.. Gimme money, I will buy bread and come...”

Money? Ohh gosh.., the very word is dangerous…, it can haul your past and peel it again and again to find out that you, without money, are a big zero!

The word reminded me of the importance of the day, the last day, the final working day at EnableM, a place where I have been working since a couple of years…, a place from where I have grabbed friends for my life…., a place where I gave my flesh and blood for making dreams possible.

“Just swipe the card and come… See whether the pay is being credited or not”

EnableM is like that; it will never turn face against your monetary needs, but will make you wait for it. Just a little extra time!

The boy came back, looking down at his stomach. He put the print receipt on to my arms. “Not credited yet, sickos!” I felt guilty for taking a print of my zero balance and particularly more scared to think that the bank would even take action against printing null-balance receipts.

Today is my last working day here; bank balance is shamefully down, salary for the last month has not yet delivered to the account.

Last working day in an office! It’s not self-explanatory.

Office showed me a more caring face today. Like compensating my late-salary grievances. I found Neenad, the nunni at the gate itself, waving hands and calling out “Boy George”

Hmm, he calls me whatever he can; he just needs some alphabets and their phonetics. PS: Names come with gestures.

Amit Bhilare insisted me that I should meet him every day at my new office, nearby where he stays.

For the last time today, Ajit Nair reminded me of my duties to myself, from saving funds to pinging girls without investing my future!

The Brittannia biscuits brought to me by Jyotie tasted better today because she offered it too early as if she knew that I missed my breakfast! Crunch-crunch the lovely punch, “You gonna miss her”!

Aloha! My salary just got credited; the hungry boy called up right now as he went to swipe the card. At least he can have some decent food today. He might eat loads of Chinese food and have Sugarcane juice, his favorite.

EnableM did justice to me. Can there be a better “spare well”? I have done good to them, they’ve returned it.

I looked at Manish’s face. It was pretty “smilish” today. May be because his swollen lips have reduced to their normal looks after a horrible allergic week.

Comes here the last official mail; a mail that says Cheers and Thanks to all my friends here, probably something I always wanted to do over these times. Now is the right reason that is too strong to justify my urge.

B’bye all of you, you have been too good for me, and I have tried to match it. See you around, again!!

With people like Narendra Modi around, today we can’t help having that feeling of a Hindu or Muslim or Christian. They keep on reminding us through every word and action. Even if we don’t accept a label, they will try to inflict it upon us.

Without these people, assume how fruitful life would have been? I can remember an honest incident to take your attention for granted; an incident which taught us that you are not a Hindu nor a Christian but a human being.

Like every other Sunday, we had to go to church on this particular Sunday too. The kids had to reach the church early. The purpose of going so early was to attend the Sunday School, spirituality classes meant for the parish kids.

But we never.

What we went for was to attend another spiritual feast, namely Ramayana, a tele-serial used to be aired those days, exactly at the time of our Sunday School classes. Just beneath the church was this house, where we flocked to watch the serial.

Once the serial was over, we stepped in the Church.

Ohh… awaiting our arrival, there was someone standing in front of the Church, the priest, Father John. He had a stick in hand.

“Where were you? “

“There.” Our hands showed the house.

“Doing what?”

“Watching Ramayana”

“Then tell me who took the Ring as Keepsake of Sita and went to Lanka to console her?”

“Hmmm Hanuman”

“Good. Now go to Church.” He left the stick on the ground.

At the end of the Holy Mass, he asked all the kids to stand up. Then he told to the parents that from the coming Sunday onwards Sunday School would be one hour later after the serial got over.

Simple fun can bring serious danger. Listen to what had happened to my brother and sister when they were as young as flower buds.

On the terrace, I was helping my mother to dry her sari. Standing apart from each other, we held the sari just like in a tug-of-war. This is how we straighten the curved parts of the sari.

During this time, my sister came on to the fore followed by her ever-haunting brother. Playing ‘Police and Thief’ they were in no mood to look at what we were doing. The sari was kept against the little girl and she came backwards just to get entrapped in the sari and then fall backwards. There was no blockage to stop her and she fell down from the terrace to a depth of 30 feet.

The moments we took to regain the breaths can’t just be expressed through these words. The only sister, so small and pretty, but all seemed like a bad riddle.

In the meantime, some of the elders could nab the culprit, the mischievous boy, who was standing like a busted vase. One of them caught hold of him and awarded him with punishments.

He couldn’t just stand his emotions. He ran towards the canal flowing nearby. He wanted to end his life. A life without his sister was too unthinkable.

Manju, an elder sister of mine could act her nerves, and she grabbed the boy from jumping into the terrifying canal.

Fortune again felt mercy towards us, and the little girl was safe in the fluffy sand without an injury. [Though now she is rather injurious):]

Even today, this incident haunts us, but rather like a melodrama acted by two beloved actors the hero VINOD and the heroine PRABHA.