Authorpreneur Dashboard – Parames Ghosh
Know No Boundaries
Literature & Fiction
This book is different from any other book It is neither a thesis, nor it is a novel, Not it is a fantasy, not even a fairy tale. With an event of mass disobedience we start, No shot is fired, no one is physically hurt. On a sunny day, at every airport of the world, People queue up for check-in with no visa in hand. One and all, in all the classes – economy, first or business, No one had a visa; world citizenship each like to harness. No international flight takes off From Wellington, where the day starts; From other airports of New Zealand too, No other plane departs. Nowhere in the world, from any airport, Took off any International flight. Following day was no different, And the following night. All airlines give up, No end of the tunnel, no ushering light. The main suspect behind these events was John. John’s identity is however very clear; To all passengers he is very dear. For questioning his role in mass disobedience, Arrested was John, and served punishing sentence. He was punished to undergo forensic probes, For extracting his memoir and his hopes, To get the events that led him to his roles, To his visions to cross boundary ropes. It is neither a thesis, nor it is a novel, Not it is a fantasy, not even a fairy tale. It is the vision beyond the 21st and 22nd centuries Know No Country Boundaries – Know No Family Boundaries.
Book Bubbles from Know No Boundaries
John could not forget those few words of Martina
Once when no one else was around, Martina said to John, ‘Why did you bring us from Jamesburg, if you can’t let us stay with you from then on?’ ‘I didn’t realise, Mum, that I would need to move from Moon Town and that 4-bedroom quarter won’t be always available to me. The life became so tough at Moon Town, I didn’t know if I would remain employed there forever.’ ‘You could have sent us back to Jamesburg – ‘ ‘Yes, we did not consider that option, nor you and dad told me about that option.’ ‘Life was much different at Moon Town for us. Your dad could move about wherever he liked to, could buy groceries, meat, fish, vegetable whatever he wanted to and I could cook and feed you all. Here we are not treated as a part of the family, we are always guests, and they are always looking forward to sending us back to your fold.’ ‘I would have taken you if I could. We stay in a 2-bedroomed quarter, where we cannot accommodate four of you.’ Someone appeared on the scene and this private conversation could not be continued any further, but John could not forget those few words of Martina ever in his life.
LAST DAYS OF SULLIVAN
‘You’ve toiled hard for months, John. Now relax a bit; sit by me, I’ll pat on your eyelids and make you sleep.’ – John heard this voice from the burning pyre of his father Sullivan. In the cold night of the 11th March’83, on the banks of river Yamuna, the last traces of Sullivan were being burnt away in form of smoke, leaving the memories of John’s walking on the busy city roads – holding the fingers of dad, Sullivan. The reasons for all running about in last two months seemed all lost – John’s eyes were getting shut in fatigued slumber, he was failing to remain awake, he was no more aware of his struggle in last two months.
CATCH UP WITH ADELINE
‘When we reached Chandernagore, I felt a bit at home. I wished I could ask your Tipdida to get up and get our regular doctor to our home. Alas! He would never rise to his feet again. My son Sibu, then 12-year old was not at home; I asked Lata to rest at the lounge beside the dead body of her brother; Laxman and I walked to the doctor’s chamber; I walked barefooted; as per the local custom a wife does not put shoes on when her husband is dead and the body is yet to be cremated.’ ‘I begged the doctor to leave his chamber and come with us; we told him your Tipdida was at a critical stage and needed immediate attention so that something could be done.’ ‘The doctor glanced at my bare feet, and asked – ‘is Tipdiman dead already?’’ ‘Nervous as I was already, I felt I could not stand any more, I might have fallen on the floor when Laxman said – ‘She was in such a hurry, did not get any time to put something on.’ ‘The doctor came to the lounge and looked at the stiff face of your Tipdida. He got hold of the blanket resting on your Tipdida’s chest and covered his face.’ ‘When exactly did Tipdiman die? – the doctor asked’
JOHN GOT HIT BY A CAR
During the Christmas holidays, many nurses used to take leave; so patients were encouraged to go home for a break.... Deanna brought the dishes just enough for two persons – John and Deanna. John was not so religious; Christmas did not mean much to him; he felt rather enticed by the glass of beer that was supposed to be in the hospital lunch. Now he realised why Deanna had arrived here; she might not have any breakfast before leaving for the hospital; he realised one glass of bear on this day was far less important than sharing lunch with his wife Deanna, who had taken so much care to arrive here only using public transport. John went on to his wheel chair, asked Deanna to take the bottle of water from his table and place that on the wheel chair cup holder; he wheeled himself from the hospital block into the hospital garden; Deanna carried the lunch-carrier with her; together they sat on a bench below a tree and had their Christmas lunch together. The lunch from the tiffin carrier might not have been very tasty, but tears off their eyes made this Christmas lunch very special in the hospital compound, far better than a glass of beer John hoped to have on this day.
A STRANGER ON THE ROAD
Soon Annie returns from the restroom. John is spell-bound with her soft natural glare; he can’t take his eyes off. ‘Let me wash up a bit before taking breakfast’, John disappears into the bathroom. Together, John and Annie go down to check out. They pay the room rent and go for a quick breakfast. ‘So that’s the end of our day’ John says to Annie, ‘We would now leave for work – go back to two different places.’ ‘Yes, John. We would go back to meet the people we meet every day, but can’t tell them about this day. Alone I would cherish this day.’ ‘Annie, keep this card with you. You may like to contact me.’ ‘I don’t know, John, whether I ever will. Let me write my contact details behind one of your cards – contact me in special events in your life – if I could do anything for you anytime anywhere.’ Only last evening, John and Annie has first met. Yet it seems they have been living together forever, till this time of farewell. John considers, he would love to spend his life with a girl like Annie – not for her beauty, not for her culinary skills, not even for any promise to bear and rear his child, but for herself, her empathy and inspiration to live.
Deanna forgot where she was
When Deanna returned from the overseas trip to her daughter – Jewel, she found another lady in Tony’s place. As Deanna entered the lounge and kept her luggage there, that lady disappeared into Tony’s bedroom. Soon Tony came out and introduced that lady, - ‘Hi Deanna, meet Lolita - my wife. And Lolita, please meet Deanna; as discussed with you she was a close friend of Ruby and started living here since her death. I would take your luggage to the guest room, Deanna, where you would stay now.’ As Tony took the luggage to the guest room, Deanna also went with him taking lighter cabin bag, leaving Lolita in the lounge. Tony placed the heavy suitcase at one corner of the room. Deanna was wondering where to keep the cabin bag; she put that at the same corner adjacent to the suitcase. As Deanna stood up leaving the bag on the floor, Tony gripped her waist, tossed her up and pressed her belly button against his lips. ‘Don’t, don’t please’ – Deanna wanted to say, but her words were lost, she felt titillated and could not but laugh at the tickling sensation. She laughed and laughed; she has never laughed so much since her days in primary schools. Tony slowly let her lose till she was..
John saved Deanna from honour Killing
Deanna had knelt down in the mean time; she pressed her face and breasts against John’s thighs; she was weeping, ‘I can’t show my face to anyone now; please don’t tell this to anyone else. GemDaddy would kill me if he comes to know this.’ ‘How does that matter to me? You don’t like to live with me; do you?’ asked John. ‘I live with you forever John.’ Deanna’s voice was tearful, ‘I love you, John; I would offer myself to you every day; you may do whatever you wish to do with me. For God’s sake, please don’t forsake me.’ ‘How could I be sure about you? Could you be a good wife who won’t see boys like Regan anymore? For that, you have to stay here from now on, no more Port Victoria.’ ‘I promise, I would not speak to him anymore.’ – Deanna said rather vehemently, though she liked to cherish Regan’s encounter in her heart. ‘But please let me continue my studies at Port Victoria,’ she continued, ‘if you can forgive me, please trust me. If I return to the Moon Town now, all my friends and neighbours would suspect me and ask GemDaddy and GemMummy lots of questions about me. They would all like to know why I am not completing my M.A. course.’
CLOSE FRIENDS AT AWTOTOM
When Nirmala was narrating how a ghost was landing behind the tree, a nasal sound was heard; whispering and gasping; someone was very close to the group and approaching with outstretched hands; everyone in the group shivered; Nirmala stopped her story in bewilderment; she could not believe that a ghost from her story had really landed there; Mandana jumped over someone in the group and put her hands around the neck and pressed herself on the chest. When the entire group including the story teller Nirmala was frightened and was intensely watching the ghost, the ghost started talking, ‘What happened to you all, I was looking for ice cream, if you have any?’ It was Karun who came from the main building, unnoticed by anyone. Now everyone recognised Karun and was relieved that there was no real ghost, Mandana released her arms around Nitish’s neck, highly embarrassed Mandana said, ‘Sorry Nitish, I’ll get some water.’ Nitish’s shirt was crumpled, wet with saliva and tears, stained with lipstick marks. ‘We have some ice cream in the freeze’, Dagny added, ‘Deanna, please come with me, let us serve ice cream now.’ ‘I’ll come with you.’ Said John and went with Dagny and Deanna.
We hardly ever plan for the last journey
John’s wandering eyes got caught on the other side of the road in front. One employee of City Council was taking rest, presumably during his lunch break, by the side of the wall that separated two buildings. Though from a distance, John could at once recognise the cover of the book that man was reading – it was the book, John had recently published – ‘Know No Boundaries’. How could an ordinary Dowlon worker become interested in a book like this? – John was wondering; at once he felt connected to the common man on the road - with the common sense. *** *** *** *** There was no hysterical outpouring of raw grief, no unruly outbursts of manufactured emotion, no orchestrated display of wealth and prosperity. Still a few hundreds of people were at the hospital gate, when John’s body, bereft of all working organs, was taken out in a journey towards John’s flat. Somehow these people came to know that John, who was a common man like many others around, had written books using the pseudonym of Lateral Collateral and had told people how many of them were getting exploited in the name of religion and marriage privileges.
PAYING GUEST ACCOMMODATION FOR BISSEN
John tried hard to make Bissen self-sufficient; John thought he couldn’t do enough for him because he migrated to Kanadia and had to struggle for his own life there. But Bissen, in his late thirties, should have been mature enough to look after his own interests; he was a graduate with experience of teaching, tutoring, helping his students to progress in making their career; yet he chose to be with Pushpa and Jay; he perhaps considered Pushpa and Jay as his own relatives, who should be looked after; he didn’t mind that they had withdrawn money from his account for their own use. He knew that Pushpa and Jay had advised him to get benefits and help from his Kanadia-based uncle Chhotamama John; he followed their advice and tried to get as much help from John as possible. But when John put him in a position where he wasn’t in a position to help Pushpa and Jay with John’s money and he needed to take control of his own income and bank accounts and help only himself not Pushpa and Jay, he chose to stay with Pushpa and Jay even without any help from John, Sally and Jack. John hoped, Pushpa and Jay would reciprocate with the same devoted love and respect for Bissen, won’t exploit him anymore.
one glass of bear on this day was far less importa
Christmas did not mean much to him; he felt rather enticed by the glass of beer that was supposed to be in the hospital lunch. Now he realised why Deanna had arrived here; she might not have any breakfast before leaving for the hospital; he realised one glass of bear on this day was far less important than sharing lunch with his wife Deanna, who had taken so much care to arrive here only using public transport. John went on to his wheel chair, asked Deanna to take the bottle of water from his table and place that on the wheel chair cup holder; he wheeled himself from the hospital block into the hospital garden; Deanna carried the lunch-carrier with her; together they sat on a bench below a tree and had their Christmas lunch together. The lunch from the tiffin carrier might not have been very tasty, but tears off their eyes made this Christmas lunch very special in the hospital compound, far better than a glass of beer John hoped to have on this day.
John could not meet the expectations of the school
How you fare in an exam might often depend what you do the day before the exam. It is better not to take unnecessary risks just prior to the exams.
Bewildered by a breach of trust
John had yet not got any opportunity to develop any love for Deanna, but now was filled with hatred for her. For a moment, he was at a loss; this is the first time in his life he was bewildered by a breach of trust, that too from the one who is supposedly closest to his heart. John clenched his teeth together, walked to his father’s bed, and asked him how he was feeling after he woke up this morning. John was by his bed last night. He scanned through the doctor’s notes quickly, while he was trying hard to forget the scene from Regan’s letter. He spent an hour with Sullivan and then headed off to the data centre. He had to concentrate hard while driving his scooter, as it was getting difficult to get his focus off the scene from Regan’s letter and set his eyes on the road in front. What should John do now? Perplexed he was and desperately looking for someone who could guide him off the stress and the situation he was in.
The Journey Starts
When the journey of life started for John, there were only seven persons in his world including: father - Sullivan, mother - Martina, elder brother - Jack, elder sisters Millie, Sally and Gaylene; John - the youngest in the family. Everyone in this small world unconditionally loved every other member of the family and was prepared to make all sacrifices for others’ benefit. The world became bigger, when John started going to the school and developing friendship in the neighbourhood. He learnt to sacrifice his family’s gain for the sake of the bigger world of neighbourhood.
IMAGINE - ONE WORLD
Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people living for today. Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people living life in peace.
Pitch of the book
It is neither a thesis, nor it is a novel, Not it is a fantasy, not even a fairy tale. It is the vision beyond the 21st and 22nd centuries Know No Country Boundaries – Know No Family Boundaries. My theme is – “Let’s belong to our World and Let World belong to us - to work for and to live in. Let boundaries disappear between countries and families.”
This book is different from any other book
It is neither a thesis, nor it is a novel, Not it is a fantasy, not even a fairy tale. It is the vision beyond the 21st and 22nd centuries Know No Country Boundaries – Know No Family Boundaries. My theme is – “Let’s belong to our World and Let World belong to us - to work for and to live in. Let boundaries disappear between countries and families.” An alien from another planet wonders why a world-citizen is brainwashed with lots of unnecessary rules and boundaries instead of being allowed to live freely. This book inspires world-citizens to move across boundaries to reach other citizens and enrich their lives by living together, helping each other with increased productivity and prosperity. This vision is justified by analysing the biography of a common citizen and neighbours in the world.
