It was in the year 1980 when Mohun Borah, aged 77 a widower supported by PWD pension and a son name Ramanuj. Ramanuj is a Government Officer who lived with his father in their Assam Type house in Kumarpara, near Bharalumukh(Assam). Mohun Borah was a spiritual man with a lot of superstition. (Just like ‘U’ follows a ‘Q’, ‘spirituality’ precedes ‘superstition’.) He never dreamt big in his life, (we can take that into account for anyone who has worked in PWD) his last wish before he encountered the Almighty was to see his son Ramanuj getting married to an ideal girl. Well, there are many definitions of an ideal girl but for the Indian Society it is limited to a woman who can cook real well and is stereotypically House Wife material. Ramanuj never insisted to get married nor had he shown any urgency in spite of the fact he had crossed the 30 age mark. Risky it seems, back then there was no Ponds Age Miracle cream. It was natural for a family without a woman. Who else but your mom can push you into something like getting married? After his normal dull office work, Ramanuj would go for his regular adda(chatting) at Nayantara Club( A club which organises Durga Puja Celebrations in Guwahati) where he was an active member of the Puja committee. As days passed, Mohun became increasingly worried.
Incidently, Mohun had got the news that their family guru Prasanta Deu(Pujari) is taking his last breath and has summoned him to his native village, Sualkuchi. So he took the next day morning bus to his ancestral village as he was under a long family obligation to that person. It seemed that Deu was postponing his Calling just to meet Mohun once and for all. He holds Mohun by his hands lying on bed and spoke those words before he died that changed Mohun and his son’s life forever. “This is my prediction. If Ramanuj marries a girl who has Biswakarma and Goddess Lakshmi’s sparkha(highlights). They will be the happiest couple(happier than Sarkozy and Carla Bruni) and will build castles in air. You can expect to be the father of a great man”. Prashanta Deu died leaving old Mohun at a condition where he had no clue what to do next. It was very difficult for Mohun to ignore the last spoken words due to a family tradition that happened a long time back……
It was Mohun’s father a poor weaver in the village. He was out of luck and out of bread. Business was not good. Then, he met a Deu who was Prashanta Deu’s grandfather, near the temple and without looking at his hands predicted that if he marries a girl by Bohag(Spring) his fortunes are sure to change. He got married and within a year he had his own weaving shop.
Although, it seemed a foolish coincidence but it has happened again and this time to his son Ramanuj. Mohun wondered as to why he was exempt from all predictions? Maybe mediocre people are not destined for prophecies. Mohun could not solve the riddle that occupied his brain for many days. Finally he let out the prophecy to his best friend and companion at the local Naam Ghar(Temple), Pranjal Buragohain. Pranjal read the riddle in his mind as if it was some kind of puzzle to open a treasure and said he would come to the conclusion by next day. Meanwhile, Mohun did not mention anything about the prophecy to his son, being a man of the modern world (of the AC DC generation) he knew Ramanuj would have never agreed to get married under such considerations and would further drop the proposal of getting institutionalised.
The following day Pranjal Buragohain solved the riddle in his CID way with his own logic. He demonstrated his ‘partner in Naam’ that the Deu wanted Ramanuj to marry a rich girl who is a Civil Engineer. Pranjal could see his partner was not convinced so he continued with more reason. A Civil Engineering girl means who has the power to construct just like Biswakarma and she being rich means she has Goddess Laskhmi Sparkha. If everything felt at its place Ramanuj could be destined to be the next President of India he further added. Mohun give the impression of the concept a big Facebook Like since he got the lead to search a girl who is a rich Civil Engineer. He was happy about the idea of being the father of a president and wondered what they would call a president’s father.
The main problem was girls during that time preferred home science and fine arts over Engineering; Civil Branch was out of concern. Still the old man tried whatever he could to find the needle in the haystack. He first wrote letters to GU, AEC and JEC to enquire about girls who took Civil Engineering and are still unmarried or widowed. He rejected the idea of including divorced girls as it would have violated the prophesy. Unfortunately for Mohun there were no private colleges to look for and there were no TCS Offices back then in the State. After months of unofficial research and enquiry he finally got the list of unmarried engineering girls and to his horror none in Civil branch. Meanwhile Mohun’s sister brought a nice proposal, a girl teaching in TC School(a Government school). Everyone in the family was excited about it except for Mohun. Finally the meeting arrangements proceeded and Ramanuj gave the green signal. He finally succumbed to women manipulation it seems. The wedding was held within a month and soon a woman entered their home and their lives since the death of Ramanuj’s mother. Mohun never mentioned the Presage to anyone again and he started living with the fact that Ramanuj was not destined to be the President and mostly he could never be the father of a President.
After 1 year……
Meera and Ramanuj are expecting their first born. They have renovated the house and constructed an additional floor. Ramanuj got his long pending promotion and a further bonus from the department. Mohun too was very happy and then it struck him like Thunder. Their new home, Ramanuj’s high salary and promotion, all big things have happened following the marriage which were far better than Ramanuj being the President. He realised that everything the Deu predicted has fallen into pieces. He finally could see the way it was actually meant.
That later year Ramanuj became the President of the Nayantara Club.