Jamais Vu

Jamais Vu

A Strangely Unfamiliar novel

Copyright 2013 Master Subhajit Ghosh

Published by Subhajit Ghosh at Master’s INC

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Foreword

Prologue

Ye Search

A Dog Named OCHER

The Military Interrogation

The Industrialists Son

A Journalist from Delhi

A Fellow Passenger

Politics

The Name is Advaitananda

The Mishap

Journey to Sonamarg Peak

The Time Machine

The Last Murder in Sonamarg

Arrive

About Author

Connect with Author

Upcoming book

Acknowledgements

The stories in this collection are purely hypothetical. This book is the true depiction of the thoughts of one’s mind .This is tho a life changing story of a person who kills his negativity, present in his mind.

In publishing this book I should like to express my special gratitude to Notion Publishing House. They have published many better stories than this, but by finding space for my work they launched me on an adventure in which I am still happily engaged.

I have never forgotten - Madame Linasree Ghosh and Sir Uttam Nag, whose early praise for my fiction helped me acquire both confidence and discipline; Sahil Biswas, a warm and engaging friend whose enthusiasm for this story coincided to publish; and Madame Linasree, whose generous regard for my writing - and her exhortation that I must engage in a cathartic novel, which will allow (my) talent a wider scope - helped me persist at the keyboard. And a word of appreciation for the old (and new) friends and the many school friends whose feedback will be the source of my continuing inspiration: thank you, Samanway.

Finally, warm thanks to Notion Publishing House; for their patience, excellent critical judgment and faith.

Foreword

This story is my earliest writing, both an apology and an explanation: This is written (and for the most part published) during the period that spanned my adolescence and early adulthood.

So much for the explanation: but what of the apology? The story largely reflects an adolescent sensibility. With one or two exceptions their concerns, their assumptions but not the language, this book is written with a tinge of medieval or middle English. If I presume to inflict them year’s later on new public, it is not because I think they represent an enduring contribution to literature, but because I hope that, in their own modest way, they might be fun to read.

To put them all in perspective, perhaps a few general words of background are in order. I wrote from a very young age, my first story ‘My First Day at School’ emerged when I was six though not published. Like every first child, I found few books on the family’s shelves that appealed, and those I read inconveniently slow sometimes used to read twice & thrice as well because purchases were expensive and libraries limited.

My imagination overcame words and vocabularies so for fun of readers I adapted a tinge of Middle English Vocabularies. Since decades only a very few writers have written in or used Middle or late Middle English vocabularies. So, I thought to do something different not to go away with the trend but to write with the tinge of medieval or Middle English Vocabularies. I have therefore prefaced the story with a short introduction with reader’s digest which will help the readers to know the modern English terms of the medieval vocabularies, placing the story in the context of its creation.

Prologue

In few hours, it will be daybreak. But for now, a blanket of darkness masked the ugliness ich had left behind. Smoke rose from the house, time has performed irreversible deeds upon this once proud and mighty hovel in ye woods; at the top of this mountain. 

Not quite the hot dark of embers, but a soft, hopeful dark. The dark that comes just before the sunrise, a kind of dark that helps the orange and gold blossom across the sky like a small flower trembling open in spring. The dark that encounters thou to fall asleep as thou close thy eyes, tossing and turning in a futile attempt to slip away into the depths of unconsciousness, blissfully unaware. But ich am sleepless, like an insomniac, eyes bulging out of fear, of the threat of the fiend. But ich can turn everything back to normal, just ONE MURDER and everything will get back to normal...

Reader’s Digest

al, al be that: although

ay: always

beseech: ask for; request

betimes: in good time

betwixt: in the interval

hem: them

ich: I

mo: more

moot: may; must

ne: not; nor

quod: said

tho: though

ycleped: named

ye: the; thou(plural)

*the reader’s digest may not contain all the Middle English vocabularies present in this prose.

-To the stranger

Ye Search

To Whomever Receives This:

Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery and today? Today is the present! The past that ich relished and yet deplore. The future that ich await yet apprehend. Ich never expected that ich would be lost and forgotten to the world. Ich suppose ich write this hoping that perhaps thou will remember this note sometime after thou will finish reading it, and in that way my memory lives on. Somehow that’s enough. Listen to thy heart for it is more than just a beat. The one thou seek will find thou when thou least expect it, and they will give back what thy journey has taken away. Thy road, thy guide: thou chart thy course, not anyone else. Take responsibility for thy faults, but do not apologize for them: they are what make thou humane. Dwell not on thy mistakes, thy mistakes will tote thou to the greatest adventures.

What is life? This roller coaster, called life, astounds me with a sudden feeling of wonder and astonishment at times or strike me nefariously, without a warning. At a point it’s like a congruous, concordant blend of bliss and felicity and at other times it’s just outrageously wicked. It lets me experience mirth at the fullest, then leaves me despondent and in a state of melancholy. And yet here ich am anticipating life’s thrilling adventures, waiting to enshroud its deepest mysteries. That’s what ich am waiting for. No matter how hard things get, ich will surely attain my goal. What ich am going to do is a murder… ich don’t know is it right or wrong but ich have to make decisive decision. Just one murder, once that’s done everything will get back to normal. Ich know not the perils that life withholds, nevertheless, ich choose to live it to the fullest and reveal every aspect of it…!

Ich know thou are curious to know about me ‘Who am Ich?’ and ‘why ich am going to do a murder?’ For that thou need to know my anecdote, actually adventure rather than a Tale. Ich am here to narrate my anecdotal journey to Kashmir… more precisely to the northern part of Kashmir.

If ich will tell thou my name, which is, Michel Sterling, thou would stop expecting any strange stories from me. Tho ich had some incredible experiences, which can be termed as unusual yet remarkable. This seems to be as my story but it’s the story of the person who never existed tho remained inside me, who met someone Delphic yet familiar causing destruction in the vicinity.

Ich ay wanted to travel across the vales of Kashmir, but ay kept on thinking it’s never too late to enjoy life. Every time ich felt like ich could never do that… But isto betided…

On one sunny day, under the scorching heat of sun, Ich was facing circumstances… wondering what to next in life. Ich ay expected more from life, al be that got nothing.

When ich was a child ich ay wanted to become a scientist it is no doubt, ich started training for IIT. Ich could have continuing studying, as Ich was growing up, ich started thinking ‘is it really important to become a scientist?’, as ich always failed choosing every decision of my life.

‘As for my family, there is nothing much to say. In direct terms, ich was never close to my family ever. It’s better ich stay away from em all. Because marriage, family system….is all rubbish for me, my trust from isto had vanished long ago.

Ich have lived in Chennai for most of my life, even today, that gunshot still frightens me. The gathering would throw figures all around and strange sounds would