The One from the Stars
By Keshav Aneel
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spending the rest of your life wishing you had.”
Vishesh is a dreamer, who is driven by his passion for writing and words. But like most Indian middle class families, his parents are impatient to see him settled in a government job. Despite all obstacles, making no complaints, he continues to follow the hard path, holding up the promise he had made to himself, trying to fulfil his father's wishes, and failing over and over.
Almost everyone – his parents, friends, and the love of his life – leaves his side in the middle of his journey. To worsen things, he is diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, the seriousness of which nobody could decipher before it was too late.
Will a dreamer be sacrificed for social standing? Will a heart be crushed to uphold a hollow image?
Left alone and misunderstood by everyone he knew, this is Vishesh's intense story of repeatedly falling down and trying to get up on his own, to prove that everyone who dares to follow their heart is not a commoner; he is The One From The Stars.
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The One from the Stars - Keshav Aneel
THE ONE
FROM THE
STARS
THE ONE
FROM THE
STARS
KESHAV ANEEL
Srishti
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First published by
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Copyright © Keshav Aneel, 2017
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This is a work of fiction. The characters, places, organisations and events described in this book are either a work of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, places, events, communities or organisations is purely coincidental.
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the Publishers.
Printed and bound in India
For every child from a middle class family,
who had to quit on his dreams
due to lack of money.
Acknowledgments
I can never thank you enough Merril Di for being an
amazing support system. My journey could never have been this smooth without you. I hope I will have you forever to read my first drafts and design every single thing for my books.
Ryan, Paras, Vishal, Gaggi, Himanshu – you guys are the most dedicated artists and filmmakers I have ever come across. The hard work you all have put in was sensational. Your love for your work is amazing and pure. Thank you for the trailer. It’s a privilege to be a part of your team. I am sure I am in for a great learning curve.
Also, Rubby, Dharminder sir and Renu ma’am – thank you for turning up at such a short notice. Being great theatre artists, it was modest of you to have cooperated in every possible way. Certainly, we shall do many more projects together. Knowing all of you was a complete honour.
Likhit Avasthi – my pal for life – I owe you big time for the two beautiful poems that you allowed me to use in this book. Trust me, nothing else could have suited my requirement more than yours sweetly written couplets.
Sparsh, Tushar, Paarth, Pujeet, Bhuvan – my most treasured school time friends – I love you guys, and I don’t think I’d ever be able to describe in words what your support means to me.
Amit, Sanchit, Keshav Sethi, Jaffy, Ashish, Madhav, Navpreet, Rupinder – my MBA friends – I have never met so many wonderful souls under one roof at a given point of time. You guys inspired this book to happen, and I can never forget the faith you always showed in my ability. My life wouldn’t have been full of sweet memories had you not been such an integral part of it.
Pankaj, Ashima, Romila, Pooja, Surbhi, Himanshu, Pushpak, Abhilasha, Yashika, Raghav Uppal, Farhaaz, Jagjeet, Ajay Ohri sir, Anil sir, Nikhil, Shubham, Aditya, Dhwani – thank you guys for bearing with me and supporting me through thick and thin. We met somewhere in the middle of life and what an absolute treat it has been knowing all of you. You guys are my bright stars, my coolest friends, and the people I can blindly trust.
Team Srishti – Jayanta Da, Arup Da, Stuti and everyone behind the scenes – thank you for being kind and understanding.
Last, but not the least, my readers – for all the support, encouragement, reviews (both positive and negative), and faith in my work – thank you. I will continue to write for all of you. There is no Keshav Aneel without your love and acceptance.
Prologue
I haven’t been able to sleep since last night. Now also, when I am sitting on my bed with legs folded, trying to feel at ease by taking deep breaths like Yogi Baba speedily does like a tractor’s engine, this anxiety is killing me!
What should I do?
I scratch my head, thinking hard. It is hot outside, and even if I ignore that for a while and go out, it won’t be of any use. All my friends are already out watching a movie.
Maybe I should have accompanied them when they asked. Anyhow, no use repenting now.
The next few minutes, I try to keep myself busy, irritably staring at the fan over my head, which, by the way has descended down directly from the 1970s, oscillating so slowly as if begging me to show mercy.
Papa should throw you out of the house,
I mutter at it. Can’t produce one percent air of the noise you do.
But I cannot request Papa to dispose it off. Aft er all, it is the last memory of my grandmother Smt. Pepsi Devi. She gifted it to Grandpapa on his first birthday after marriage. Maybe to make love comfortably during the scorching heat of summers.
Then, as my eyes suddenly fall on the cuckoo clock, I thunderously stretch to my left and pick up the television remote from the bedside. Pressing the power button, I straightaway tune in to my favourite show: Master-Chef India. Though I had watched this episode the previous evening too, I won’t mind repeating, even if it was for the millionth time. Basically, the sight of sumptuous meals and the dimpled smile of the handsome judge-chef is certainly an irresistible combo.
To my disappointment, an advertisement is running; a women empowerment ad to sell shorts. A new way of fooling us customers when they don’t intend anything beyond sales.
I flip through channels and throw away the remote in frustration. Daily soaps aren’t my cup of tea and news channels have become so annoying these days that one feels there is nothing positive going on in the world. I pull my phone out of my pocket and refresh the ‘results’ page of the CBSE website.
Hopefully, they have taken pain to update something.
Chandigarh Zone Class XII Results to be announced tomorrow at 08:00 hrs, it reads.
My eyes widen.
Holy Cow! They have finally declared the date!
I zoom in, giving it a closer look and dash to Mumma, shouting.
It’ll be out tomorrow, Mumma. They will be posting it tomorrow…Where are you?
She isn’t in her room. Washroom, maybe.
And as I am about to knock on the door, she opens it, wiping her hands with a white towel. She drops it over her shoulder, hurrying to hold my phone and confirming it for herself. Taking it in her hands, which are still a little wet, she checks the announcement and looks at me with hope.
This should be good, beta. We have a lot of expectations from you.
She has this serene smile on her face while saying this, but I cannot even imagine what hopes hide behind it.
Don’t know, Mumma, but I’ve—
I am cut short by the sound of a familiar car horn. It’s close to the gate.
Is it Papa?
I ask taken aback.
I think so,
she says, and walks to the window quickly. But what’s he doing here in the afternoon?
How would I know? He didn’t call or message me either,
I reply in an undertone.
Oh yeah, it’s him darling.
She half turns, dropping the curtain. Help him out.
Papa brings the car in. We exchange a smile, and as it passes, I close the gate and run to him. Mom comes out too.
The engine stops, and as I hear the sound of the car unlocking, I open the right back door to pick up his bag, tiffin and everything else.
You didn’t tell me you were coming early, Dhruv,
Mom says.
Had a severe headache. Moreover, there weren’t many customers as it’s a Monday today.
Should I get you a Disprin, Papa?
No allopathic stuff,
he says, gently pushing the door and putting the keys into his pocket.
I walk inside following my parents. Keeping the lunch box on the slab in the kitchen, I get a glass of water for Papa. He drinks it in one go.
Would you like some cold coffee?
Mom asks.
With some extra sugar,
he replies, nodding quite aggressively, which only goes on to show how disturbing the headache is. He hands over the glass to me and bends to untie his shoe laces.
For me too, Mumma,
I say as Mom collects the empty glass from me, and prepares to leaves.
It’s tomorrow,
I say nervously.
What?
Papa asks casually, pointing towards the AC switch.
My…umm…bo…board results,
I reply, turning the air-conditioner on.
Don’t fret,
he answers, kicking his right shoe beneath the bed. In case you fail, you may appear for the exams next year, no worries,
he adds.
What are you saying Papa?
I grunt very harshly.
He laughs.
I stare at him in anger, almost on the verge of saying, Had you not been my father, I would have punished you justly for those words.
Come here!
He reaches out to hold my hand, making me sit next to him.
I am freaking agitated. A dreadful thought runs in my head, What if goddess Saraswati was sitting on his tongue? His words will become true and my whole life will be spoiled.
Listen, beta. Marks don’t carry any value. Stop bothering about them. They won’t assure you of a smooth road in life. More significantly, forty people under one roof can never be equally good at doing the same thing. So making a judgment on the basis of what you call a report card, with exact same parameters for all, when each one is so clearly different, is absolutely stupid.
But Papa, all my friends, Usha Aunty, Narayan Uncle, our relatives, they are all waiting, and it will be so insulting if anything goes wrong,
I finally let it out.
Nothing shall go wrong, my child,
Papa replies. But the fear I see on your face, this is what worries me actually.
Fear?
I am a bit amazed. Why would that worry him? I mean, isn’t it supposed to be natural in an eighteen-year-old girl?
Do you know where this comes from?
Papa asks.
Failing to live up to your expectations?
I make a guess.
No, absolutely not!
he says immediately.
Then what?
I ask
You tell me.
He gives me another chance
Umm…Your scolding me?
I say, thinking hard.
Has that ever happened?
He is surprised by my answer.
Oh yeah! That can’t be... Sorry…Then what?
I ponder hard, but in vain.
Papa seems to be enjoying my confusion. He has his eyes fixed on me, and his grin indicates that he is sure I am not coming up with an answer. I give up, feeling discouraged.
You tell me,
I innocently request.
Alright!
he says. Taking a deep breath, he speaks up, This state of mind, this fear, this anxiousness which you presently have, is actually the side effect of not knowing your true purpose, my child.
Umm…as in?
I ask
"Look, when you are sure how you want to see yourself by the end of your time – which by the way is too limited to be doing what you don’t love – you are bound to get so obsessed that appreciation and criticism will hardly have anything to do with your efforts."
Is it that easy to not waver on the path of one’s inner calling?
I question.
To be honest, you have to have someone supporting you. Be it your own destiny, or a person close to you, like one of your parents maybe, or your spouse, or any best friend. Without it, adversity can get the better of you. Because fighting alone for a cause, with no one around to hold you, motivate you, teach you, can actually break you into pieces….No person is an island, you see.
Hmm. That sounds deep. Can you tell me a bit more about it, Papa? I mean, how a human being gets success, what are the common reasons of failing? Why certain people do better than the even those with much more capability and IQ? I really want to know your thoughts on this.
"Well, there can be an event or a period in your life that positively shakes you up, or something may happen that takes you to the right place at the right time. But then, yes, there are exceptions who have defied this school of thought. There have been several people in