Don’t cry Machan!
‘So! That’s
tomorrow, right?’
‘Yes! I’m
happy its going to end tomorrow.’
‘Lemme come
with you da!’
‘Nope, we’ve
already talked about this. I’m going, and you’re going to stay home. Kids
shouldn’t be at hospital.’
‘Dei! Okay! You
know what, you are going to come back, for me.’
‘Hey, am not
your girlfriend da! She’ll be busy chatting with someone.’
‘Dei! This
for you da! I never want to lose you da!’
‘Machan!
Don’t make me lose my confidence now da! I am strong! Don’t spoil it by your
amatuer attempts.’
‘Am sorry
da! See, I’ve never been in this situation and all da! I feel so lonely and
helpless.’
‘Shut up da!
Talk something cheerful! Make my sneaking purposeful!’
‘I don’t
even know you should sneak or not da! You are straining yourself.’
‘Excuse me!
You aren’t letting me speak da! I’m speaking on my own interest!’
‘If that’s the
case, then I would never want this night to end da.’
‘Stop
speaking Mani Ratnam’s dialogues da! I need to get off these odd vibes around
me!’
‘…..’
‘Yeah Mr.
Hesitant Machan, I know what you’re hesitating to ask.’
‘I never
wanted to ask anything. Am just super scared.’
‘Okay, I
want to say this. Listen.’
‘Machan, I
can’t really do these talks da…’
‘Shut up and
listen. First, let Nivetha know. Inform her. She might stop feeling guilty,
atleast, I believe so.’
‘She doesn’t
deserve to know anything about you da. She proposed you first, and left you
without a reason. Still, you keep her in your mind.’
‘Yeah da,
she shouldn’t say that I did the same to her know. Tell her.’
‘You won’t
let me to be in that situation, I know. You will be alright.’
‘Ahhh!
Drama-king! Listen, secondly, find Rukmani mam, tell her I did my best on that
day. I tried literally did everything I could do on that day.’
‘Machan,
stop blaming yourself da! Mam knows you gave your best that day. Everyone knew
your speech was the best. She personally loved your speech that day. You still
have another chance man. Rock this time, and get to the finals!’
‘Yeah, but
still, I feel guilty da.’
‘You shouldn’t
be da. Do a thing. Upload something in your blog, maybe. She might love it.’
‘Yeah, I
have an article ready. Should post it, sometime.’
‘Good. Post it
now man. Your fans might be startled at your late time post, but they’ll also
be happy to read your writing after months!’
‘Nope, I would
never change my trademark! Am still that 6 ‘o clock freak!’
‘You’ll
never change man! Okay, who’s it about?’
‘Not a
person. Its an emotion. Came out very well this time.’
‘Man, still
9 hrs more ah! Wait, you’ll be having your operation then, know?’
‘Yeah, I’ll
schedule it. Don’t worry.’
‘Okay…’
‘Hey! I was
laying out my conditions know! You always divert me da!’
‘It had
always helped you right! Then what! Just don’t complain.’
‘Anyway, the
third thing, the most important thing.’
‘Yes….’
‘You know I started
this blog for entertaining people and keeping them away from their sorrows and
problems. I hope, I have done my job good till now.’
‘Yes, you
have done. Remember? I got out from my depression, only because of your
articles.’
‘Yeah, so,
if it happens, promise me. You take over my blog. Don’t make my fans cry, with
your emotional articles and stories.
And, you must
not cry if something happens to me.…’
My hands
shivered like anything. Tears rushed out. I couldn’t hear the call recording
after that. Even though I wanted to hear his voice, I couldn’t. He had told me not
to cry, but my eyes became wet.
I thought,
he would win his Tumor like Raghav did, while he suffered Stage IV Brain Tumor.
I thought he would win Luther King’ Speech Competition’s finals, like Vishwakumar
did. I thought he’ll find Nivetha soon, and sort out everything with her, like
Mahesh found Anitha.
But he
didn’t. He couldn’t. He knew it earlier it seems. He started a blog and let his
spirit fly high. He wrote all, he wanted to achieve. He lived through his blog.
He still wants to live. Maybe, that’s why he wanted me to continue writing.
I received
a notification. Opened and found it out to be his blog notification. The time
was 6:00. My whole body shook. I screamed. Man, how do you expect me to be strong,
while you had already predicted what I would do and titled your last blog, “Don’t cry Machan!”
- Inspired
from a writeup in @bookofteenager
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