Bon Ami Part 1

A beautiful musical melody sung by the new generation handheld device till now sleeping snug on Monosiz’s tiny bedside table caught its owner attention as he painfully lift his one eye to check the time and his super active yet lazy mind quickly calculating the daily schedule and trying to find out if he can buy 5/10 mins of sleep.

But oooppss it was already past 7:45 and the first class at MHU starts sharp at 8:30.He can’t have the luxury of sleep not at least now with his next and most vital semester breathing too close!!!!… And suddenly it flashed to him the first class for today would be by Madam Madhavilata.

As the enigmatic name came to his mind Monosiz’s face was lit up by an angelic smile and he was pulled to his daily regime like a magnet towards a bunch of iron filings…

Every drop of his fatigue resulting of a the toughest  regime his late night research works till 3:30 AM vanished in thin air and with full jest he felt a new rejuvenating energy filling every corner of his existence. Just a fondle remembrance of a name and that’s it!!!

It changed his entire day from a daily drudgery at MHU campus to a most awaited day of his life.

Madhavilata and the name is enough to take soak like a sponge  every bit of pain from Monosiz’s body and soul.

He never got the clue what is so very magnetic about this lady in her 40’s. She was her teacher and guide in his Statistics paper just 6 months of a teacher-student bonding….

But what was so special about her why he feels like a sparrow in her aura he never really knew!!!And the attraction continued increasing manofold every hour!!!

Monosiz sworn someday he would solve this mystery he would unearth all statistical gizmos and puzzles and get to the root of this fatal attraction.

He wished against all his wishes to discuss the same with his father but it was too late. The man who was not only his father but his friend philosopher and guide has left him forever after bravely embracing a horrifying malignant death a year back.

Monosiz fought the drops of tears with all his might remembering his best friend and forced himself back to getting ready when to his utter surprise he could find atop all other array of emotions a mysterious name crowned his thoughts!! Madhavilata

Intrigued as he always was he got ready in a record time and reached his class the first of the student to be present in the class waiting more than impatiently for the mystical lady of his life M³ (as they said behind her Madam Madhavilata Mitra- Mysterious Magnetic and Memorable))

Monosiz has till date hated this subject fondly called by all Stats and hated himself and his father for taking it up as his Research Paper.. but a name could make it all.And now he eats sleeps and dreams Stats!!!

Monosiz had always wanted to become an erudite scholar of literature like his father right from his toddler days. When he has heard his dad Monomoy softly reciting him Shelley and Keats with his big dreamy eyes lost somewhere and his fondle caresses leading tiny mesmerized “Mon” as his father called him by that name to a deep blue slumber!!!

He has grown up with Keats and Shelley with Byron and Dickens with Shakesphere and Tagore and yet his father always urged him to take up Statistics the subject diametrically opposite as the course of his life.

Like always he would never ask him anything directly or impose any decision on Monosiz but one day soon after his Class X Monomoy had called his son to sit beside him and with very deep penetrating eyes murmured to him as if he was not talking to Monosiz but someone distant, with a plead in his voice whether he could sum up his living on Mathematics in future.

When the 16 yrs old youngster desperately asked his father WHY ... the aging man could vaguely point towards his son's outstanding performance in Mathematics right from his Kindergarden Days.

Monosiz protested yeling “So are my marks of A+ in English as well Dad why are you urging me to go for Maths!! You know how much I look up to you and feel like devoting my life to enrich literature”.

Monomoy was numb!!!! He simply stared with a very blank look in his handsome son’s eyes!!! The stare which stirred Monosiz inside out for the rest of his life and beyond forever ;

There was overwhelming amount of love and affection in that gaze yet an uncanny sadness which the 16 yrs old lad was not able to fathom, the pleading of a somewhere unsuccessful man.

The discussion ended there the stare made it all. Next 5 yrs saw Monosiz deep diving the ocean of Mathematics with flying colors and every success used to lit his ailing fathers eyes with a twinkle of joy which he had never ever seen.

Literature became his hobby and the interest of his soul as Mathematics became his power of excellence. Every Sunday if both were free the father and son would still read on to each other good pieces of literature which they could read over the week.but time was short and as it became shorter it sped faster and faster for both the father and the son.

He was happy with his excellent performance at his academics yet Monosiz himself  was clueless. The ease with which he  used to unscramble every algorithm and every riddle could never match the last piece of jigsaw puzzle of his father’s gesture, those looks in his big dreamy eyes and helpless desire of a father from his son!!!

Why.. What's so special in Maths!!