The Qualifying Character

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… It was a decisive day for me… Yes, my pain had overridden my conscience and I had to decide between the trek and my pain. A portion of my mind was with me to carry the trek forward without abandoning it after the first step, but a strong another quarter was deeply worried about the injured leg as I was barely able to move ahead, in a literal sense. Neetha gave me the support and push I lacked from within. She was literally my backbone of the trek that day and far ahead. She kept a watch on me consciously as I was juggling through the pain pinch and the trek.

The concept of Mother India (MoIn) originated from this trek since the rest of the members started iterating the fact that Neetha was care taking just like a way a mother would do to her kid. I relished that attention from a very close soul which I admired the most (still do!)

It was the final day of our felicitation when we came to know of our guide Pemba’s story. Pemba is a young boy from the Sherpa community and the sole supporter of his family in the absence of his father. He has remained to be an inspiration not just for me but many others who have gotten to know about him and his experience through the journey of life.When we (almost around 40 of us) heard his story, everyone was sympathetic but Neetha couldn’t control it on her tears. She left us all behind, shutting off her doors to be solace. Later once she could console herself, she came out to address the boy as her own younger brother.

Neetha is in constant touch with Pemba even today and the boy is all in praise of her sister when we both speak. This nature of Neetha has always made her special to me! When I think of these days when we all rush against the pillars and posts and leave behind no time for ourselves, these memories overtake as they are not so long in the past. We are in an era where love, affection and care if not expressed and extended will become extinct and take its place in the labs and museums.

Neetha and I had to bid adieu to each other as well, as it was the final day of our trek and I was heading towards my place and she her uncle’s place Kurseong. No heavy thoughts and emotional drama! A small sigh of touch from her end, and a warm hug from mine were extended when our minds did not think to see when our paths would cross again!

It used to be just a few simple text messages and not even WhatsApp or FB since MoIn had a basic version of mobile for texts and calls. Am a quick responder to texts or pings or calls, but she isn’t which sometimes pushed me off the pace since my texts if not responded, the calls would go unnoticed as well. This was because of the fact that she is far from the e-era of communication. She was (and is) closer to her heart’s era of “living the simple life”!

Don’t you want to know how this woman is expecting calls or texts from me these days when my phone goes silent, knowingly or unknowingly? Stay Tuned to relish the spice…

Neetha – A cool introduction

One of the coldest months across all seasons being December sprinkled the idea (though not a weird one amongst a group of like-minded active sprouts) of Trekking. Oh yes, it’s not the thought of trekking that struck a chord of weirdness but the place of trekking in the coldest month – The Himalayan Terrain (Sandakphu) in the year 2013. Six friends set their foot and respective steps to the base camp and reporting place Darjeeling. A few started from Nagpur and I did from Rajahmundry and the plan was to meet at Kolkata and travel together from there to the base camp.

The date arrived when we realized the entire batch of this trekking effort comprised of 40 enthusiast participants out of which were 10 brave women! The management had allotted a single room for the women fraternity of this trek and it took us by a shock, of course not with any intention of breaking any of the mental manacles thinking of the irony of all of us getting ready at a specified time! As any other pillar to post running Day-1, ours were no lesser as we were asked to procure the medical certificates from Doctors at Darjeeling if we did not take them with us from our homes and also to assemble at 05:30 pm for an induction session.

Base camp Leader’s instructions were ringing deep in our ears that evening along with the list of DO’s and DON’T’s as we trek along. As we hissed through the chiming list that was unrolled, there walked in a young couple, quite delayed to the gathering when the strike was the girl that was so joyful and elated without a slightest of worry evading her for the delay in joining the session. Yes, you have been correct in your guessing that it is my MoIN (Mother India, if you would have ready her introductory article) alias Neetha.

The sparkle caught my eyes and ears once again while we were dining at the ground floor. Yes the same girl that was constantly talking to Ruthwik, her husband, who tried to focus munching, a little too silently in the gang of two! While we were back in our room with the hot chit-chat of the day of a girl and her boyfriend who had stepped in from Bangalore, there was a wave of air when the same girl bubbled in introducing herself and reaching out for ours!

While I had to slip away for a while to chirrup about our new companions to my mom in regional language – Telugu, with an assured heart that none around me shared the same language. Laughing my way out with my mom with Neetha besides and the topic was her! I had an attack between my jaws when I heard Neetha attend one of her calls once I was done in Telugu! I had to admit that there was nothing wrong that was conversed, though with a polite question reached out to Neetha, which received an evil smile in return – evil?..wicked?..cunning?..or just a pretention ?

Watch out!!

Meet my ‘Mo-In’ (Abbreviated name for Mother India)

Certain acquaintances in life don’t have a reason when we look forward. But they make a pristine sense when the dots are connected backward. One such meeting memory is Neetha – a young, energetic and enthusiastic woman from Bangalore that not just captured my heart but my complete family in less than a week and that’s what I believe is fate, for good! The staying together of this person had hardly been over a week till now, but she has created the deepest of the impressions in me not just by replacing my mother’s presence when she is not around, but also as a very good friend! Empathy, sympathy and integrity are the characteristics that distinguish my mom from all others and match with Neetha. They both are of the same wavelength which connects our bond.

There are very many resemblances to what ‘Mo-In’ and my Mother have gone through in their lives. Being father-less at a very young age and getting into the threshold of marriage has its own repercussions mentally which both these women have seen and experienced for their own selves. Facing all instances boldly and with all the courage in their nerves they have sailed through successfully and still confidently push it to their maximum limits.

Neetha takes the role of an elder daughter to my mother than being just my friend. She has understood the meaning and treasure of life and her way of living exemplifies that. She values people and emotions more than materials and money. She faces all problems with a vigor to resolve them since she ‘knows’ and believes that every problem has its own solution and that could be cracked under any circumstance. This character of hers amazes me and sprinkles in the strength to grow in life positively!

I have always thought relations built over short term might not last long, but she proved me wrong by constructing the mighty power bond, the knot of which took just over a week to be strengthened. It dates back to a medieval relation without much impact of technology wherein our hearts communicate with each other even without the modern signals. Yes, we connect over phone or messengers very sparsely, but have never felt the thinning of our relationship. Her action, caring attitude, resolving nature and managing with simplicity are just beyond perfection and admiration! Her support to me and my mom, as a friend, daughter and sister is being valued equally and prayed upon to last long. Such integral and mutual relations are more to be experienced than just elaborated. Thanking Neetha and Ruthwik (Neetha’s husband) profusely for the creative and lovely bond that they have extended to me and my family!