The story that transformed me PART THREE

befor starting with this post, you should read this post .This is a continuation to the post linked.



vishal was sitting in the hospital for his fiance' was undergoing a brain surgery following a serious accident, that happened on her way to indore, where the ceremony was scheduled

ashima was in the O.T

vishal was sitting outside, and his dad and and brother were busy arranging things where the family of aashima was to be shifted, only ashima was having critical injuries, rest all his family were having fractures.

The Doctor came out of the room, and called out vishal.

"yes doctor, is she fine?" vishal sounded tired and exhausted

"See, we have removed the clot, but she is not responding to us, her pulse is on, she breathing, she is alive"

"if she is then why is she not responding doctor"

"son she is in a state of coma" said the doctor, putting his hand on vishal's shoulder

vishal did not say anything, he was shocked,

he went back and everything that was happening did not matter to him...

vishal was staring at the floor, thinking about the pain ashima might be in

His Dad and brother were talking to the doctor

Vishal got up and left

He unlocked his car and reached his place..

He went straight up to his room, through the garden which had a decorated stage, he walked through empty stalls, everything seemed to be hollow now.

He opened his almirah and there in front of him was a ring, a diamond ring, which ashima selected for herself.

He held the ring and cried, he cried for a long time, untill he felt his brothers hand on his shoulder.

i saw bhaiya and i could see a tear in his eyes, it was very dark and i was feeling cold

so he told me to go down, we were in the room, which certainly was warm, he opened his almirah and took a file folder out.

He opened it and showed me a photograph,

It was him standing, dressed impressively in a cream colored suit, beside him there was a ashima, dressed in a red suit, lying on the bed, eyes closed, and the third person was vishal, who was holding ashima's hand, with a ring......

and bhaiya said

"she is my bhabhi...."

ashima is in delhi, still in coma, it has been three years now, vishal is working and is living with her, he has appointed two nurses to take care of his wife,

ashima once moved her hand and that was the day vishal got her a new necklace...

vishal is happy to be with her and waiting for her to talk to him someday.

ashima never said anything, but i think she is also very happy...

if love can cure

then it will

tc

luv

sub!!!

The story that transformed me PART TWO

befor starting with this post, you should read this post .This is a continuation to the post linked.



Ashima....

Ashima....

Vishal screamed in the lobby of the hospital where his fiance' was supposedly admitted

A nurse came running to him

"sir, please stay quiet, it's a hospital"

"sister, there is a family that just got addmitted, where are they"

"The road traffic accident case?"

vishal nodded to avoid attracting any more eyes to him

"Oh, sir they are in the I.C.U, you please wait, you cant go in.."

"how are they, are they fine??"

"i'll let you meet the doctor who is handling them, sir you please relax and take a seat..." saying this the nurse left, ordering the ward boy to get glass of water for vishal

vishal was waiting in the lobby, it was easy for the nurse to say, relax, but was impossible for vishal, his to be wife was in the hospital and he didn't know how was she.

The I.C.U door opened, a Doctor walked out..

vishal rushed to him and asked him

"sir... ashima... ashima garg, how is she sir....??""

"relax young man, you sit, will talk to you in a moment, are you a relative??"

"i am her fiance'"

"you relax son, we will get back to you in a while"

Before vishal could ask him anything he went inside, vishal tried to go inside I.C.U

but was stopped by the watchman.

Vishal turned back to see his dad and younger brother approaching him.

"beta, kaise hai woh"

vishal could not fight his tears anymore

"the doctor said nothing"

"everything will be fine"said his dad

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the coffee was over, the sky was dark, i could already see some tears in his eyes, don't know why i was getting a feeling the bhaiya was somewhere related to this story, i said nothing, i took his cup and put it down, and leaned forward and rested my chin on my hand, trying to convey my interest in listening to the whole story, he continued.....

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the doctor came out of the ICU, vishal was the first one to notice ...

he was there in front of him in a flash,

"doctor how are they".....

"see we could not save the girl, i am sorry" The doctor said trying his level best to handle vishal who's heart stopped palpitating.

"how are the other people" vishal's brother asked....

"The head of the family, has a crushed arm, the mother also has fractured her ribs, the boy has fractured his shoulder and arm, and the other girl has a brain clot and skull fracture, only one of you can come in to see them, but make sure..." the doctor was not complete with what he had to say but vishal cut him in between,

"what do you mean the other girl, ashima was their only daughter??"

"what??, there were 2 young girls who were in the car" the doctor said that

"what do you mean by that, ASHIMA IS THE ONLY DAUGHTER"vishal said

"See, anyone of you can come to identify them."the doctor said and called a nurse to take one of them in.

vishal was overwrought,confused and completely clueless of what was going.

Seeing this, vishal dad decided to go in...

it took him sometime and vishal would give the door of ICU a look every 2 seconds.

his dad came out of the door,

"dad, kya hua, tell me she not the one..."vishal was almost out of control

"son, its not ashima, its someother girl who must be travelling with them"

"how is ashima papa???"

" she has a brain clot, the doctors are preparing for the operation"

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vishal was at least a bit hopeful now....

REST IN THE NEXT POST........

The story that transformed me PART ONE

THIS IS A TRUE STORY, I HAVE JUST CHANGED THE NAMES

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In my last valentine's special post, I mentioned about the person, who's story transformed my life.

Now i think it won't be much of a painstaking job for me to let you through the experience he had, with the help of my words. Hope you don't pall.

After my brother's marriage, my life had turned upside down. Not because my brother got married, but because i got dumped just 4 days before his marriage. The ceremonies kept me busy and after 1 month when i reached Indore back, things were very different. There were no phone calls to wake you up, there were no phone calls to wish you goodnight. I had my exams at the corner and the surroundings of my house started to haunt me with the memories that were never coming back. I tried calling to get back together from time to time but with every call it seemed impossible. I decided that if i stay at my place, i won't be able to study, so left for his place.

He was working, elder to me, very supporting, used to see me cry many times a day. It was one evening and i had not done anything remarkable with my books since the day had started.

He told me to take two chairs on the rooftop. Since, the chairs were quite heavy it took me some time to get them upstairs. The view was awesome, it was the 7th floor of the building and for a city like Indore you could actually see the skyline, the panoramic view was astonishing. The sun had half disappeared and the sky was glowing orange, there were a few kids playing on the rooftop of their bungalow.

I heard his foot steps and turned around to see him holding two cups, sorry mugs, of coffee.

We sat down and he started talking about my studies which made me a bit uncomfortable as in reality i hadn't studied anything since the morning.

"Is it because of your breakup that this is happening??"

"I don't know, may be yes"

He smiled, rather laughed at me and that was the reaction that i had least expected.

He took a sip of his coffee and said,

"I'll tell you a story"

It was in December 2007 when Ashima would blush on anything.

People around her were happy, so was she, she was getting married

It was the day of her engagement.

Ashima and Vishal had been together for 4 years, they saw each other on the day of their counselling, happened to choose the same college and same branch, became great buddies and lovers

Vishal was slim, tall, working with a multinational company and was earning well.

Ashima was short, her face was ovoid shaped and big eyes made her look like a doll.

Vishal's family had arranged for the engagement, and everything was almost ready.

Vishal's phone rang

"hieeeee"

"hey baby where have you reached"

"well we are two hours away from indore'

"hmmm, m waiting"

"vishal, i just wanted to tell you that..."

"that....???"

"that i love you..."

"i love you too, now you hangup and don't disturb the driver"

"oh i am not, but he is one hot dude!!!"

"achcha, ussi se shaadi karle fir"

"sochte hain.... hehehe"

"chal bye"

"bye"

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Vishal continued with his work and soon it was 4 pm, the time of arrival for Ashima and family, Vishal called her up but her cell was coming switched off.

He called her brother his number was coming out of reach

Then he called his father's number

the bell rang for a while and vishal was growing restless.

"Hello" a person picked up, breathing heavy, vishal knew it was not her father, he had many talks with him before to butter him up to agree for the engagement to be in Indore.

"Who's this"

since the person said the same words to me, i'll write the same words here

"Dekhiye aap jo bhi bol rahe hai, is family ka accident ho gaya hai, aap please jaldi Bombay hospital aa jaaye, ya inke parichit ko inform karde"

(see, whoever you are, this family had a terrific accident so you please rush to the Bombay hospital or else inform their relatives)

"m coming in 10 minutes" vishal said, hung up and ran across the garden towards his car

He was only yards away from his place when his dad called up

"what happened where are you going??" his dad's voice had concern

"papa ashima ki car ka accident ho gaya hai, bombay hospital mein hai, please jaldi aa jao, m going there only"

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it does not end here , Ashima didn't die, the story continued, and il tell it to you....

being dumped!!!!

Almost every human in their youth have at least one relationship.

Love is in the air............

your 32 teeth are always on display....

you are always on the phone or texting...

you start forgetting your friends

your number is busy all night long....

you create bahaanas to get money out of your parents to get your cell recharged...

and sometimes, your grade comes down...

anyways... you are in love so dont bother much...

but

but

but

after a bed full of roses, you come across some of the harsh realities of life...

and the final gift of this endless love is a BREAKUP...

The reasons may be many,

* The guy is not serious

* The girl is not serious

* The guy tends to get overpossesive

* The girl does not give him any space

* Either of them thinks that there is no future in the relationship

whatever,

the funny thing is the way people react to the beakup...

the reactions are very different, unique yet common....

i'll share a few

~ a friend of mine decided that he won't take any girl seriously since his girlfriend dumped him cause of no reason

~ a girl tried to cut her self...

~ another guy friend decided not to talk to any girl.....

~a very close friend called that guy to ccd, broke up, payed the bill and never talked to that guy, who was just playing around

~ someone gets so depressed that they need a doctor

~ someone starts boozing and smoking

~ someone tries his level best to get back

~ someone decided that no matter they are not going back

All these reactions to a breakup expresses how weak they are, how dependent they are on the other person.

Why is it that love makes us so dependent on someone that we can't even stand on our own....

We can't carry on, we can't move on....

i had a breakup too, i also cried, i also was very weak untill one day my friend 6 years elder to me told me his story.....

when he was living his life after what happened,i decided to start all over again.

Now i feel like i am strong enough to be what i was...

and waiting for the right person to enter...

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Guys and girls, enjoy this valentines, but always remember, but remember one thing

you get this small life once, learn to live the realities...

enjoy....

and my valentines this year is me only

cus now i love myself more than anyone!!!

luv

sub!!!

PS: this is not the case with all the love stories, some people are blessed with just one relationship, which ends up in marriage...

:D :D 150 days

it all goes back to the day it began,

from places we arrive and share a room

strangers we are, still we know each other,

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we sit, talk n the friendship has started

we go to a senior to get slapped

come back and talk shit about the ass

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we bunk, we smoke, we booze

its 3 in the nyt n we r out for a cruise

never had so much fun i swear

u wont find me in my room, m enjoin out there...

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we hide those bottles no dad wants to see

anyone farts, but evry1 says, it wasnt me..

we stay up and talk to our girls for long

and get up only to realise that 2 classes are gone

we clean ourselves on weekends

n our room on monthends

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we study overnyt to clear

and we celebrate with our branded beer

except table rules we break all the rules

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we get a bike, and a shade too

n 20 is wat we spend to get it refueled

we download torrents night and day

we live in nights not in day

hottest girl in class is the what the wallpaper is of

porn is something our hardisk is never short of

this is how a student lives in india

or may be its my college, is it the same case with ya

is it how you guys enjoy

or you got something better

this is life which will end in next 150 days

and m gonna enjoy it, we have so many ways

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luv

surbhit