Jewel-less Crown: Saga of Life by BS Murthy (novels for teenagers .TXT) 📖

give him her best.

“How I wish I’m a part of that.”

“Why not you sing and see me dancing to your tune,” she said turning naughty.

“What if I induce missteps?” he said probingly.

“What makes you think so?”

“If we get into that discussion,” he said resignedly, suddenly seized by despair, “it may lead us nowhere.”

“Surely guruji would show us the way,” she more than suggested the solution to his predicament.

“Whoever said man shouldn’t go by woman’s words is a moron,” he got up in excitement. “Let me go to him right now.”

“I’ll follow in your footsteps,” she said, all pleased.

When Suresh raced to Vanaprastham, he found his father waiting for him.

“How do you like your Shanti Sadan?” guruji greeted him warmly. “Hope we’ve come up to your expectations.”

“It’s out of the world to say the least,” said Suresh excitedly. “I wouldn’t have thought of any better.”

“It’s Vidya’s show all the way.”

“She's great really,” said Suresh. “We can leave all to her.”

“That's true,” said guruji, “but what about you?”

“I know,” said Suresh, “you know the best.”

“If you haven’t given your word to any,” said guruji heartily, “I’ve someone in my mind for you.”

“If it’s Vidya,” said Suresh as if he was pleading that she be made his wife, “it would be a windfall for me.”

“I was rather keen on her from the beginning.”

“But will she agree?” said Suresh, but his eagerness was not lost on the guruji.

“I will find out readily,” said guruji with an air of expectation. “I better send for her.”

“She’s expected here anyway,” said Suresh and instinctively looked out and said. “Here she is!”

“Wait in the library,” said Gautam having welcomed Vidya.

Sitting restlessly in that seat of learning, Suresh was nervous with expectation. Soon, unable to bear the suspense, he felt like eavesdropping on their conversation. But, as his sense of decency resisted his instinct from venturing, he was gripped with expectation. But when he sighted her stepping out of his father’s parnasala, as his fears resurfaced, his heart sank. Seeing her advance towards him, beset by doubts, he looked the other way. However, as she came up to him, he lowered his head as though it got heavier by his fears.

“Guruji wants us both,” she said, putting it all succinctly.

“Thank you,” he sighed in relief.

“Yours truly,” she said coyly, signing off his letter of anxiety.

“Why not a pinch for a proof?” he sought her hand.

“Mind we’re at Vanaprastham,” she said moving away.

“Tell me how my fate was decided at my back,” he said, as they walked towards guruji’s parnasala. “I love to hear that.”

“I wish you put your love for better use.”

“What a romantic chiding?” he said moving closer to her.

“Let me concede being flattered,” she said smilingly. “Guruji told me that he always felt we were made for each other. Seems he was bogged down by the uncertainty of the situation. Had your release been delayed, he feared my youth would be wasted. So, he thought of balancing our interests and hoped for your remission before I turned twenty-four. Thanks to Satyanarayana Swami, we met well before the deadline, and the rest is history in the making.”

“Why are you shy,” he said heartily finding her coy as she finished, “having turned the leaf?”

“Guruji feels,” she said lowering her head, “our nuptial night should be sanctified in Misty Nest.”

“Oh, I understand his pain,” he said with moist eyes, “and his pleasure that lies in the hope of your beautifying my life.”

“I'll take it as my mission,” she said wiping his tears.

“If I’m not greedy,” he said, “would you make it so in all births to come?”

“Well,” she said mischievously, “tell me that after the seven-year itch.”

“I can’t believe my fortune really,” he said taking her hand. “Oh, what a woman I’m going to have for a life partner!”

As he tried to fold her into his arms, she reminded him that they were not yet out of the ashram but, just the same, she increased the pace as though she was in a hurry to reach her destination. Once they reached the parnasala, she dragged her feet, but nudged by him at the threshold, she stepped in joyously. And welcomed by guruji, together they bowed at his feet.

“God bless you with a blissful life!” caressing their heads, the guruji said in a choking voice. Moved by the tenor of his tone, as they lifted their heads, their tear-filled eyes came into his dim view as his own eyes were welled with tears of joy. Overwhelmed by that momentous moment, none of them could utter a word for long.

When guruji led them to swamiji, as the seer took the betrothed in his arms to bless them with a blissful life of hundred summers, Gautam prayed to the Lord to grant that to them. After dinner, the seer asked them to be on call for an early wedding. Bidding the venerated heads goodnight, the excited couple headed to their sojourn as though towards heaven itself. When they crossed the ashram gates, Suresh grabbed Vidya’s waist.

“It’s like you’re in the wait,” she said turning coy.

“I love you,” he said, choked with emotion.

“I always loved the thought of loving you,” she said coyly.

“I’ll respect your seniority.”

“Thank you boss,” she said smilingly.

“But am I permitted to say so?”

“I don't think it’s any playboy joke,” she said winking at him.

“Well, I want to be a homebody.”

“Any body in any home, that's the playboy joke for you," she said smiling.

“You're impossible really!” he said in all admiration.

On their short walk, made longer by their desire to hang on together, they discussed their plans that stretched well up to the bringing up of their children.

“Why not we should build a ‘Sneha Gruha’ or two,” she said impulsively, “as an orphanage.”

“How I wish I had thought of it myself,” he said kissing her hand that he still held.

“Won’t it come naturally for a woman, her being an orphan?”

“It’s my promise,” he said squeezing her hand. “I shall forever make you feel that you’re my equal.”

“That I know you would,” she said kissing his hand. “I’m lucky really!”

“I want a favor from you.”

“Be a man,” she said smilingly, “my he-man.”

“But, it's the woman who seems to wield the real power in this man’s world,” he said in half jest.

“Don’t worry; I’m no power hungry,” she said winking at him, “though I’m hungry otherwise.”

“Won’t that suit me?” he said while returning her gesture.

“You know, I’ve kept my kuchipudi on hold all these years,” she said. “I want to be a performing artist now. That way, my small change should supplement your big purpose as well.”

“That’s the favor I wanted,” he said enthusiastically. “You can count me as your lifelong fan.”

“Thank you,” she said and kissed his hand, “I take it as your favor.”

“Oh, how excited I felt when we met!” he said reflectively. “And then how the anxiety began to kill!”

“It’s no different with me,” she said, leaning her head on him, “the despair of hope.”

When, they reached the room, he tried to lock her in his embrace.

“Wait till the wedding,” she said, giving him the slip.

But seeing him sulking, she moved closer to him and crooned into his ears. “You’re welcome to have me in your dreams in the meantime. Goodnight!”

“I need a base for that!” he said as he whacked her seat.

Thrilled, as she ran all the way to her tenement, he stood rooted in wonderment.

 

Episode 9

A Day to Remember

 

The wedding that the whole of Annavaram talked about for long took place at sunrise that day in the precincts of the hilltop temple. In their numbers, the ashramites of Vanaprastham and the inmates of Shanti Sadan gathered there to grace the occasion. The beauty of the pair at the mandap ensured that the devotees present watched the proceedings from the sidelines. Above all, the rare presence of the seer Sripada Swami at the wedding caused a near stampede.

Under the guruji’s benevolent gaze and amidst the Vedic chants of the temple priests invoking the Lord’s blessings, Suresh embellished Vidya’s bosom with two mangalasutrams. And that signaled the spiritual conjugation of their conjugal union. Moreover, as the swamiji lent his resonant voice to the veda sadassu that followed, all reckoned that it was a good omen to the blessed couple.

Then the newlyweds in their madhuparkams went round   bowing before the elderly couples to seek their blessings for a long conjugal life like theirs. Having gone through the remaining rituals, the just married were led by the purohit to the presiding deity for their thanksgiving. Praying fervently, they thanked Satyanarayana Swami for having brought about their union. Then, they were led back to the mandap to perform the satyanarayana-vratam for a prosperous life to themselves and to those around.

After bidding farewell to everyone present, the newlyweds were raring to go to Vizag to catch the Delhi flight. While the eager lovers thought they were inching towards the dream start they were aching for, Vidya’s wards, however, had other ideas. They came prepared to take the favored couple right up to the airport to put them on the flight. Though Vidya tried to dissuade them, they were hell-bent on their memorable mission. While Suresh in frustration got into the van, leaving the cab behind, Vidya followed him with mixed feelings. Even as she resented her wards’ intrusion into her nascent marital space, all the same, she was pleased that they cared for her. Never the less, she felt sorry for her man for the frustration it caused him. And, finding him sulking, she tried to cheer him up in undertone that their dream-time was but a road jaunt away.

During the two-hour journey by road, the girls vied with one another to engage and disengage Vidya. Thus, feeling forlorn in the company of his bride, the groom felt he might end up being a Rip Van Winkle. But, when they reached Vizag, he thought it fit to suggest that they might call on her family for whatever it was worth. But she made it clear that she had no wish to complicate her present by mixing it up with her irrelevant past. When he added that there was always scope for forgiveness in life, she maintained that she had no reason to believe there was a change of heart in her kith and kin to warrant any rapprochement. Moreover, she said, she would like to nurse her life with new friendships rather than risking her future with past relationships.

When they arrived at the airport, they were welcomed by the check-in call. At that as Vidya’s girls waved them goodbye, he heaved a sigh of relief, though he knew it was unbecoming on his part. Anyway as they boarded the plane, he tried to make up for the lost time by reaching for his bride's lips.

“Wait till the landing,” she said raising her hand to fending off his advance.

“You mean in your lap,” he said sinking into her.

“I mean in our Misty Nest,” she said pulling him by the hair.

“I’ll make you pay for it,” he feigned anger.

“I’m prepared for that,” she said winking at him.

“Let me see how,” he said as he mock scanned her.

“Am I not well armored?” she dropped the pallu.

“Are there any chinks?” he raised his head to assess her assets.

“Recced enough,” she said bringing her pallu back into position.

“Seems handful either way,” he said without taking his eyes off her bosom.

“Oh,” she said feigning disappointment, “I thought you could be a legman.”

“Believe me,” he said winking at her, “I love all of you.”

“But beware of my waist,” she said smiling, “when you have a roll.”

While she cooed coyly, as if on cue, he fondled her at her midriff.

“Any chick on the chink?” he crooned in her ear, reaching for her crotch.

“Trespassers are prosecuted,” she said locking her thighs.

“What if I gatecrash?” he said ardently.

“I’ll make you labor all your life,” she said naughtily.

As he sank into her lap in mock exhaustion, she caressed his hair with innate affection. As if the air hostess got wind