36. Felo-de-se


It was a Saturday afternoon. After the 2nd assessment exams half the hostel is empty with girls off to their folks or their kins in the city. I preferred the hostel.

Sangi is also out to her uncle’s place. Anu is out on a date with Kiran. I am all alone in my room. As decided I had cleaned my room since morning and I am too tired now and I feel like fainting after lunch.

This morning the room looked like a shaken up box with clothes and books helter skelter and stationeries scattered on the table. I felt the room as even stingy. My bed was covered with clothes and I was sleeping among those dirty clothes for the past week

We have come to the 4th sem so we referred books and we didn’t have room for all those books in our room. Books are here and there most of them are under the cot on the floor. Grand ma would say books are Lord Saraswati and now I am subject to heavy blasphemy.

Somehow I managed to bring back the botched up room to sanity. I just now had lunch so waited for a few mins before I fall on my bed. Just then Anu entered the room.

Without looking up at her, I started, “So how was the day? Hope kiran gave you a strong kiss” and smiled to myself, there was no response. I continued, “Look how is the room now” with a prideful smile still looking at my laptop and again no response.

I looked up. She was silent. Her face bore an expression that I have never seen before. She was looking angry more than that melancholy was too obvious. My rational mind said that she must have as usual got into some silly duel with Kiran, but instinct interjected that something is wrong, that too very wrong.

I listened to my rational mind and I lied on my bed. With all those weariness I would have very well fell asleep in less than seconds, but Anu’s face kept flashing again and again. I lay still trying hard to ignore it and sleep but it kept bothering me.

After sometime I felt mild disturbances in the room, I still lay facing the wall. Anu is now awake. I wondered what she must be doing? But I hesitated to turn back felt so lazy. After a few seconds I slowly turned back and I saw her…

I saw her swallowing something heavily. I didn’t realize it a second. I swiftly got up and saw a pile of tablets before her. She was attempting to swallow a handful must be for the 2nd or 3rd time. I pulled her off and the water bottle fell with a thud. I gave her a sharp slap, she fell on her bed.

“hey idiot what have you done? Why?”, she fell on the bed with tears overflowing from her eyes. I am in the worst stress in my life. I don’t know what to do? or Whom to call?

‘Mom’ never, she would panic more than me and more than that she will never allow me to be with Anu again. ‘Dad’ dismissed for the same reason.

‘Shantanu’ or ‘Divya’ I don’t want anyone in college to know however trustworthy they might be.

Finally I zeroed on to Gramps. I fumbled my mobile for his number and I called him. With words flowing out of order, I abruptly started, “Grandpa my friend, tablets, she, took, tablets, I… I don’t know what to do?”

“What’s wrong dear calm down and tell me” with his ever lasting cool.

I collected myself and replied, “My friend took tablets many tablets she attempted suicide”

“Don’t panic I will ask my men there to attend to you immediately, stay calm”, again without loosing his cool.

Grandma picked up, “What’s wrong honey you have called us, won’t dad feel bad?”, smiling.

I repeated the tale to grandma. Thankfully she shared my tautness. She after a moment of silence, “Hey do you have salt?”

“No, Why would I?” with a second of thought, “may be I can get it from the mess kitchen”

“Ok then get it soon, make a salt solution and make her drink, it will make her vomit the tablets..” before she could finish I put the phone down, ya literally down on the floor and made a sprint to the mess.

My foot hurt, I forgot my sandals. I ran like crazy. I had no time to wonder what will people think about me. Thankfully it was a dull afternoon and there are not too many people around. In seconds my windpipe was set in fire.

I reached the mess and I ran to the kitchen and abruptly asked for salt, “My friend… I need salt, salt please soon”, gasping for breath words struggled to come out.

The mess worker replied, “What do you want ma’am?”

My stress broke out, “Didn’t you here me? I need salt”

She stood clueless and confused, I shouted, “Salt” again with my voice echoing across the dining room and the stainless steel utensils in the kitchen.

She silently showed me salt, I grasping salt in both my hands ran back wondering whether she took some more tablets, ‘Shit I forgot to dispose them’. This thought made me speed up. I am running hard with salt clutched in both my hands.

I dashed through my room doors. Heavens she is still on the bed and the tablets on the table left untouched. I had no time for hygiene. I put the salt in the bathroom mug I use for bathing.

Poured water into it and with bare hands started mixing them. My eyes are completely wet now out of stress. The second time I am weeping badly. My hands are shivering, entire body felt so numb and cold. I don’t want to let her down. Anu is more than a sister to me.

After enough mixing I jumped on her and tried to make her drink the solution. She protested. I whomped her badly and she now became motionless. I caught her nostrils hard and poured the solution directly into the foodpipe. She drank half the mug, spilling a little.

The next minute she vomited at the centre of the room. My phone was ringing till the time I entered the room. Only now I was able to hear it. I picked it up and yelled, “She vomited, where are the men?”

Grandma, “Hey Elvia it’s me, now listen has she vomited well? Make her drink more salt solution or at least plain water”

“Ok when will the men come?”

“Hey listen Grandpa has already called for them and they must be there any moment, now calm down and listen” I signed Anu to drink more water. She obeyed me like a child beaten up well by her mom. Grandma continued, “If this leaks out she is as good as dead, grandpa’s men are trustworthy yet.. she will be fine now.”

But Anu's life is more important than anything else, Grandma's words started ruminating in me. I..

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Nathan said...

Elvia,

Just today went through the blog here. Really astonishing and as I had said in Orkut really feeling that a novelist in the make.

Real good usage of language.

Its like reading your diary and reading a female's diary who is in her late teens is always interesting. And that too when the content is well narrated.

Keep in up.

About this incident:
Check with Anu and tell her love for a guy who doesnt recognise her love is not worht for her life. I eman to say her life is more than anything else.

Elvia said...

@Nathan

Thanks a lot, thats really encouraging u dropped by..

And ya I told her that, u ll know that in the next post.

KLN said...

Elvia, I have been following your blog for sometime now. It's interesting because I see more in it, than events in a teen's diary. Something that I happened to notice. You seem to favor the word 'melancholy' a lot. You could have had 'somber' or some equivalent phrase to convey the feeling. Nevertheless, its your blog, and its drawing readers. Good job!

Elvia said...
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Elvia said...

@KLN

Thanks na, ya I understand, actually I am a fan of Wordsworth and I first learned this word from one of his poems. Since then I am a bit obsessed with it :p

Ya sure I ll change the usage...

aravind said...

oh my oh my..............hey if u have any plans to sell the rights of ur blog plz inform me.............i would like to participate in the bid............I can make a lot of money if this is made into a book

Elvia said...

@Arvind

Is this flattering or Teasing :p

Nathan said...

Hope what Arvind has mentioned is not flattery but will become truth soon.

Rock dear rock.

Iam becoming a fan of the blog and aslo your writing so soon. I cant believe myself.

I wish you keep the decency level as what you are following now and dont deviate much from truth.

aravind said...

i tried for some scarcasm in that but there is nothing wrong in what i said..............i know bloggers who published books............ur writings are far more intresting than them.................

Elvia said...

@Nathan

Thanks for the complement.

Decency??? Do u mean by i shouldn expand the first post any further?

@Arvind

Thanks :p

Sadana said...

i read yur whole blog today..got d link from one of ma orkut community..its awesome..not only d novel yur way of presenting it n evrythin..i luv it..keep writin :)
n i hope anu is alrite :(

Elvia said...

@Sadana

Thanks :p

Ya sure I will keep writing.

Check for Anu in the next post...

S.Pradeep Kumar said...

I'm back ! I think I really missed some interesting posts here ! :)

Cheers Elvia !
Hellbound Bloggers

Elvia said...

@Pradeep

Hmmm.. u can still read them.

Srivatsan said...

if this has happened really,you're the bravest(superlative of brave-if it is) girl i have ever heard of!

btw,check your sentences..some are missing commas and quotes.edit it if possible!

all the best!

Elvia said...

@Srivatsan

It's not abt being brave. Anyone would do this provided the situation.

 
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