I WILL BE THERE FOR YOU…

 

Nick: Look at us now! Two old jackasses drinking the same beer in the same bar pretending that nothing has changed.

A: Well I would actually say that nothing has changed. The beer is the same, the place is the same…only if…

Nick: The other chairs were filled the same way..

It had been forty years since I and Nick had had our first beer at Jugheads. It was my first job and being the shy scared person I was.. I was assigned to him. From the first day I was mesmerized by this charming person..his talk, his personality inspired confidence and kept me motivated. He became my elder brother and a mentor.

Sir, I have completed this report, Kindly review it.

 Were my first words to him

Not sir! Call me Nikhil. Office ke baad beer peete hai.

That is how I met my brother.

Life was sorted weekdays were all about spending the dreaded 8 hours at work. Come Friday and it was time to head to Jugheads..a place where almost all our life happened. Slowly and gradually we had our favourite hangout place and the group kept on growing.

Life in your 20s seems so simple…you are fresh out of college with dreams of making it big. You plan to buy that fancy duplex in the suburbs in five years with a black Audi parked in the driveway. But then reality hits…it hits you real hard and you realise how ordinary you are. All dreams shattering down. But you still go on everyday..what is it that makes life worthwhile in this uncertain age? It is the group of people around..the shoulders you cry on after a heartbreak, the Sunday brunch pals you eat with discussing your career plans, your 4 AM calls after the amazing date you had, Your beer buddies!

These are the people who make you realise that the world is of course not all sunshine and roses but it is not a bed of thorns either.

Coming across Nikhil was the turning point in my life. From Nikhil to Nick and thereafter Gandalf! That is how our fellowship came into being.

If there is Frodo and Gandalf, there has to be Samwise…and true to the word Samwise and Frodo were old pals from not Shire but college…

Sunny –  the archetype stud. Gym and sports were his things – every girl wanted to be with him and every guy wanted to be like him. But Sunny fell for Meenal..cute little neighbor next door who was gregarious and life of the party. Being the youngest of the group she brought in the vivacious charm. No wonder we all loved her like our own kid.

The fellowship was missing an elf at the moment and not long after I realised that we met Lady Galadriel – Dia. The quite, shy and mature mother of the group. Dia was the most favourite of us all..she always brought along food…mother hen indeed.

Jugheads, Powai, October 18^th, 2015: 2230 hrs

N: “ One more round. Meenu you are buying.”

M: “I just have got the job! Let me get the salary Mr. Singh.”

S: “You rock babe.”

A: “Get a room guys.”

M: “Tu rona band karega..”

A:”Sorry..sorry! Let me ask the perpetual question…”

M,S,A (In Unison): “D kaha hai?”

 

D kaha hai?

A question we kept on asking..because unlike all of us Dia had some sort of wizarding powers..she appeared exactly at the moment we asked us this question…

D: Hiiiiiiii guys!!!!

M,S,N,A: Hey!!!!

D: Meenu congratulations baby! So proud of you!

M: Thanks D!

A: Ab yaar ye bhi ja rahi hai…

S: Abe tu rona band kar..

M: Khul ke sad toh ho lene de..Nick bhi ja rahe hai..tiwari bhi ek mahine mein nikal jaayega…aur ab tu..sirf main aur D hi bach jayenge yaha beer pine ke liye..

D: Actually…

A: No! No! No!  Aajke liye senti news bohot hua…unless you guys want to see me turn into a Jon Snow no more sento news..

D: Abe! I will just be moving out of the current place..And itna sento mat ho! We will all be there for the special moments..chal ab rona band kar! We all are moving for better prospects..you will also move away in a while.

N: And we will be there for all the special moments dude.

A: I so wish. Cheers! To new beginnings

Anything else sir..The waiter jolted me back to present.

Anything else sir.

Another two pints, Please..Nick noticed the nostalgia on my face and politely sent the waiter away.

Seems like yesterday since the five of us had cheered to new beginnings of our lives. Like all friends we had promised to stay in touch and would be there for each of the big moments. And all of us kept our promises. Until the time life caught up and we all had to take care of our responsibilities.

Nick went on to start his own company and settled in the states. He has a good life there and one of his grand kids just got into Harvard.

Dia went on to become the marketing Head of a large corporation, she is a regular voice in one of the business dailies about sales and markets in India . She decided to stay in Mumbai and still takes out time to cook for her grandkids every weekend.

Sunny went on to become the Commander of a fleet in the Indian Navy and married Meenal who herself become one of the top names in the finance industry. Last I heard from her she was a Vice President of one of the market leaders in risk analysis. Charm and good looks run in the family. Their grandkids will be joining the armed services soon.

As for me I became a Professor and decided to do the thing I loved the most – Teach. I made a point to visit Mumbai once in a year with my wife and kids.

All of us loved the time when we all got together exchanging our stories.

Our group kept on growing over years when our spouses and kids joined in too…together we were one big happy family brought together by fate and likeness for a common brand of beer.

Every year one day we would sit in the same bar on the same table where all those years ago we were a bunch of young adults struggling through life and discovering ourselves.

But this year it was just me and Nick. Getting all nostalgic about old times. Our families had decided to stay at the hotel. But we being the jackasses we were decided to grab a pint together and get nostalgic about all the beautiful memories.

Seems family caught up with the rest. They couldn’t show up. But none of us complained, every time we met it was like the first time.

Happy Birthday bro! The glasses clinked. Nick would turn 60 today.

The clock stuck 12 and we cleared our bills and were leaving….

Happy Birthday To you…Happy Birthday to you…

The juke box came alive at the bar…Sunny & Meenu were singing and Dia like always had a cake in her hand.

All of our families were together. Some things never change..not even time can change them.

Like we all promised each other we were always there for all the big moments no matter what..

The time I had spent with them was one of the most enriching experiences of my life..all of them taught me something which I couldn’t learn in school or college.

How true it is,”The people who matter in your life never leave no matter what.” They are always there for you..

Dedicated to my family away from home…

 

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THAT ONE FRIEND

“I am a goddamn failure. Life is not going anywhere. I just want to end it. Maybe the sweet release of death will set me free.”
Signing his name he reached for the pills. Couldn’t do anything in this life maybe the next one will be better. Heartbroken, betrayed death seemed the only way out.
But let me check my phone once..maybe one of his “friends” would like to “chill” or maybe some other person wanted to crib about how pretentious people were and how they wanted to change the world, they were not doing “enough”….blah blah blah… (Man this generation!)
Turns out people only cared for him when it suited their interest. He being the innocent young fool just played along. He tried make people smile..that was his undoing. People wanted to “help him”
Anger rising he was about gulp down the entire bottle..then his phone buzzed..
“Arjun! How was your day?”
“Terrible Dia..”
“Chal let us have panipuri. Do you have some MJ?”
“Dude..I need some alone time. Want to sleep for long.”
“Abe! Don’t act all pricey. I am coming in half hour be ready.”
“Ok”
The door bell rang and without wasting a single second Dia blurted..”Dude let us light up and leave I am so hungry.”
“Dia..I ain’t that hungry.”
“Balls! You are always hungry.”
Both bursted into a fit of laughter..Dia always knew of a way to make Arjun laugh.
With Indipop playing in the background both sat down for a while to crib about their day. He didn’t want to utter depressing shit and thus kept quiet..untill she spotted the bottle and froze.
“What the hell is this?”
Damn should have hidden it.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?”
He was thinking of witty answers, when she glanced upon his scratchpad.
“SWEET RELEASE OF DEATH! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND!!”
The yell was the last straw it unleashed a storm..
“What did I do wrong Dia? She says I used her…I never interfered in her life, just wanted to see her smile. That is what I do best. She is always mean and rude now saying I was forcefully nice to her. She lies to me! Just wants me to tip toe her line and be a yes man! I always looked up to her as an elder sibling and now she says she never saw me as a younger brother! All her stories seem like a lie now.”
“Abe Chu***e! Stop thinking this stupid stuff. She is not even bothered about you if what all you say is true. Not everyone is worth your time. You have bigger decisions to make.”
“Dude that too is fucked up! Work life is shit. No new offers. No friends. One of the closest people to me is revealing a side which I never thought.”
“Not everyone keeps their word today. If you keep on taking every word to face value then, only you will get hurt.”
“I feel like a failure dude.”
“Has your life ended? You have a job and a house! You have loving parents! What else do you need? Why rely on people who lie to get your attention?”
So chastised..they celebrated with ice cream.
We all need a friend who can handle us at our best, but we should value that friend the most who can uplift us at our worse. Once you find your Dia…Don’t let her go!
Sometimes just spending time with a person heals you.
Dedicated to all the Dia’s in our life…Keep lighting our ways!

UNSAID WORDS…PART 3

Continued from PART 2 (https://ariitsengupta.wordpress.com/2015/10/02/unsaid-words-part-2/ )

The jet black hair had grayed, but those beautiful eyes were still radiant and the smile which made him loose his heart 19 years ago was still the same.

He put the book aside.

“19 years didn’t change a thing about you Priya. Except the hair which has aged. You still exude grace.”

“But you have changed. My God you look fit. And your sense of humor is still kickass.”

Both shared a laugh. Old guilt had vanished, both were mature middle aged people.

“Still love Chardonel?”

“Still love tequila, salt and lemon?”

The waiter brought the drinks and left. Both reminisced about their first date.

“Where to Karan?”

“Germany and you?”

“US. Going on a consultation are you?”

“No, I switched careers.”

“Oh wow! Finally a Professor now then?”

“Yea, I am surprised you remember.”

“Well just remembering your favorite drink would be inauspicious na.”

“Ha ha, and you attending  a conference?”

“Yea there is this Business conclave.”

“Honestly Priya, whenever I read about you winning an award, really makes me happy.”

“Not as much as me when I hear about your accomplishments.”

“Thank you.”

“Listen I am sorry about your parents. I know this must’ve been a hard time for you.”

“ It is ok. We seldom have everything we desire. But who told you that?”

“I met Vicky and Shreya at the entrance.”

“Oh yes of course you did. So, I guess you just remember the Chardonel, because it is a good bet they told you about my work.”

“Ha ha ha, you got it.”

“Travelling alone? Where is your husband?”

“We are not together anymore. We separated five years back.”

“I am so sorry about that.”

“Well we seldom have everything we desire.”

An awkward smile halted the conversation.

“I thought you won’t be very happy to see me. I expected you to be angry.”

“For what?”

“For breaking up with you over the phone.”

“Well first of all that was 19 years ago and second we were never in a relationship. Though I hoped we might get into one. But you do owe me an explanation.”

“I was scared Karan, that you too would break my heart and go or I might break your heart.”

“Maybe, but if you had given us a chance there is a possibility that might have been something special.”

A silence dawned both, both were embarrassed by the turn of the conversation.

“Anyway, forget it Priya. Life is too short to hold on to the past.”

“Then why did you never get married?”

“Didn’t find the right girl?”

“Seriously?”

“No one matched up to you, to be honest.”

“Then you should have called me.”

“You asked me never to call. I loved you enough to let you go. I still do.”

The airport PA system came to life- All passengers travelling to Frankfurt in flight 757 are requested to proceed for boarding.

“That is me. Chalo Priya, it was nice to meet  you, I will settle the bill. Have a great life. I wish you all the success and happiness.”

Priya was taken aback, it was 19 years ago again. He had said those exact words and never returned until today.

He still loved her and she was not sure whether she did. But a corner of her heart said that if she let him go today, she would regret it for the rest of her life.

He loved her and never expected anything in return. That kind of love is pure and unadulterated.

She listened to her heart and sprinted towards the boarding gate. There he was waiting to board.

She walked up to him, held his hand and dragged him away from the line and slapped him.

“Ouch. What did I do now?”

“It took you 19 years to say I love you, you idiot.”

“Love needn’t be just words. Small gestures convey that too.”

Tears started rushing out from their eyes.

She got down on one knee in front of him and said-

“Karan, I have been a fool all my life to let you go and I don’t want to repeat the same mistake again. I know it is a bit late but better late than never. Karan Sharma will you marry me?”

Both were sobbing by this time. He got down on one knee himself and held her hands and wept.

“I always wanted this to happen but never thought it would be this way. I just wanted you to be happy and if us getting married will make you happy, then I am up for it.”

They hugged each other and wept. He took off the ring his mother had given to him and gave it to her. She extended her right hand and he placed it on the finger which is connected to the heart.

Both had tears in their eyes. They hugged and kissed for the first time.

All the passengers and staff were clapping, most had tears in their eyes.

Realization dawned –  Someday someone will walk into your life and make you realize why it didn’t work out with anyone else.

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UNSAID WORDS…PART 2

Continued from PART 1 (https://ariitsengupta.wordpress.com/2015/10/01/unsaid-wordspart-1/)

…his work. That was what was left with him now. Every weekend he went to meet Vikram and Shreya, and now was the Godfather to their fourteen year old daughters. They fondly called him Uncle daddy.

“I am moving to Germany.”

“Great! Now please find a cute German girl and settle down.”

“No, you don’t understand Shreya. I am moving there.”

“What? Permanently?”

“Yea man. I think a new country will help me cope with the losses. And moreover there is nothing left for me here.”

“Not even us?”

“No Shreya. You and Vick are the only family I have got now. Please at least you guys understand.”

“We do Karan. But I think you should find yourself a life partner now.”

“I agree with her Karan.”

“Dude I am 40 now, who is gonna settle with me?”

“The world is filled with people who get married at 40 and maybe this is the actual right time for you. You are at the pinnacle of success of your career. You are well off economically and man you have a body to die for at this age.”

“Dude, are you insane?”

“You know what I mean. You are quite fit for your age.”

“Yea even I think I should settle down. I will get myself a German Redhead this time.” He winked.

“Pakka?”

“Done darling.”

“Don’t forget us.”

“I won’t Shreya.”

“Arre haan, your company is setting up a new office in Germany kya?”

“No yaar, I resigned. I will be teaching Finance there, got my dream job.”

“So finally you will be living your dream now.”

“Yup.”

“When do you leave?”

“Coming Wednesday.”

He hugged them before leaving. The twins – Dia and Drishti had also come to say farewell to their beloved Uncle Daddy.

He was welling up, but he had learnt long back to suppress his feelings.

He bid them goodbye and never turned back.

He was waiting in the lounge when a gentle female voice asked him –

“Excuse me is that seat taken?”

He was reading a book and without lifting his eyes he replied. “Not at all, Make yourself comfortable.”

But realized that the voice was familiar. Nevertheless, he continued to read. The waiter came by to take the order.

“What would you like ma’am?”

“A margarita for me and a glass of Chardonel for the gentleman.”

He was stunned, only three people knew his favorite drink and two of them just bid him goodbye. If that is true then…

And he lifted his eyes to have a look at the lady sitting in front of him.

To be continued

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UNSAID WORDS…PART 1

“Don’t ever call me.” Her voice was cold and hurt. But this was what she needed to tell him.

What did I do wrong? Did I hurt her? Did I disrespect her? His mind was flooded with these questions…

But if this is what she wants, then it is better to leave it. After all, he wanted her to be happy and if walking away would make her happy, then so be it.

“Have a great life. I wish you all the success and happiness.” Were his parting words . He put down the phone and curled himself on the bed and cried himself to sleep. So did she.

Breakups hurt the most – he had heard and she had known. First time he had felt this way for a girl, he had really hoped it would culminate into something special. But life it seems was not all he thought it would be. It was much easier when he hadn’t known her. It could be much easier to hate her that way. But he did meet her couple of times and couldn’t just hate her. She was so sweet.

She realized he was a nice guy. Honest and a gentleman. In just few meetings they had conversed over deep issues like careers and relationships. She also felt the connection. But she had been hurt way too much in the past and didn’t want that pain to return. It was time to rip off the band aid – quick and painless. So she was blunt. She picked up the phone and dialed his number. No pleasantries were exchanged, she spoke just four words – DON’T EVER CALL ME.

“Sometimes it is just not meant to be. Forget her.” She told him, she couldn’t bear to see him so miserable.

“Yea man, just erase her from your life. Chal come with us. You need some fresh air.” They both were his best friends and knew he needed them the most now.

And he went with them turning to vodka, rum and tequila. What else does a guy do? Food was tasteless, at least spirits had a taste. He drank like a fish and passed out while hugging his best friends and crying.

He woke up next afternoon and Shreya was there, “Dude, why were you crying so much last night?”

“I don’t know yaar.”

“Now you feel alright?” Vicky asked him handing over a Disprin and some water.

“Yea man, I guess. I am. She deserves better than me. It is best If I forget her and focus on work.”

“You got it.”

And he was back to work on Monday, with a resolve to grow his mind and expand his wisdom. He absorbed himself in learning and developing himself. Hitting the gym whenever her thought crossed his mind, which was daily.

Years passed and he became all that he wanted. Single minded focus does wonders.

He was a successful consultant, healthy, fit and his investment portfolio was terrific. But he felt incomplete.

His parents kept telling him to get married, but every girl he met wasn’t even close to her. Vicky and Shreya also got married and had lovely twins. He on the other hand was still alone. Shreya kept suggesting girls to him but he never liked anyone.

Then one day he lost his parents. The plane crash tore his world apart. He was shattered and was left all alone.

He turned to the one thing that always helped him during these crises…..

To be continued.

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THE MEDAL

The proposal was music to her ears….she had been waiting for him to ask her for four years now. It had taken him a humongous amount of time to ask her out, she wondered how long would it take him to ask her to marry her!

He knew she had her reservations about marriage but also understood that if it was not her it won’t be anyone else.

Along with the ring he gave her a letter. It ordered her to report to Mussoorie within a week. After she had finished reading it he said, “ Don’t you dare find my replacement there… I want you to attend my passing out parade as my date.” She was in tears…in this gesture he conveyed his love. She meant the world to him –  he made it clear without saying a single word.

Their training institutes were not far but he wasn’t allowed to cross the Kremlin walls of the Military academy and she was too focused to leave LBSNAA. On the day of his passing out parade she was there wearing the sari which his mother gave her future daughter-in-law. She was looking gorgeous, but the honor and integrity of the uniform he was wearing didn’t allow him to convey his affection in the manner he wanted. All he could was say, “You look beautiful, did you age down in Mussoorie?”

They shared a hearty laugh over pints of their favorite ales.

That is when she told him,” My phase two training starts in two weeks.”

He knew what she meant.

It was time for them to go their different paths again…..

“You know the army uniforms are much cooler than the cop ones.” He said tongue in cheek. “Anyway should I wear the suit your dad gifted me on your passing out parade or you are giving me a better dress?”

“I would say wear what you are wearing now, then we can decide which uniform is cooler.”

They finished their pints and he waltzed with her at the post passing out party.

“Your dancing is still appalling but your sense of humor has sure gone better, at least learn to dance before you come to Hyderabad!”

With these words they parted for another two years…..

There she was clad in khaki receiving the batch toppers medal from the Governor of Tamil Nadu at the Sardar Vallabh Bhai Patel National Police Academy at Hyderabad. She proudly marched with the sword of honor. From the audience she could hear him clap while he was smiling….but she knew he had tears in his eyes. They would finally be together after such a long time.

Their parents didn’t want further delays so decided to get them married within a week. Their joy knew no bounds.

On their marriage day she said, “You know I would receive a medal from the president before you.”

“You really think that? There is no way you could beat me in that.” There laughter was broken by a phone call.

His expression conveyed her deepest fears.

“When? “ She asked. “Tomorrow morning.” He said in a cold voice.

She knew it was her time to return the favor after three years.

There they were standing outside the Indira Gandhi International Airport holding each other’s hands. This time either of them weren’t sure when they would get to see each other. Both were holding back their tears. A soldier doesn’t cry..they had been taught.

“Just come back alive.” She whispered in his ear.

“I know you will receive a medal from the president.” Were his parting words.

Her life was now confined to the Delhi Police headquarters during the day and next to the TV for the night. She just hoped every night she won’t see her husband’s name. She Patiently waited every night for his one phone call. His voice would crack through the SAT phone. There was no cell network 22000 feet above sea level.

All he said to her every night was “Don’t watch too much news.” She wouldn’t say a word. He could feel her tears in that freezing weather.

She stood paralyzed next to the phone. It was from the Army Headquarters. Her worst fears had been realized. The first few words of the army officer on the other side were sufficient ,” Mrs. Singh I am deeply sorry to say..” The receiver fell from her hand. She tried to regain her composure, she too was a soldier but the wife inside her couldn’t help..a dam was unleashed. She broke down in her office.

A week ahead of the republic day she got a letter bearing the seal of His Excellency the President of India.

The contents made her eyes water…

“Mrs. V Singh,

It is an honor to inform you that your husband Major Vikram Singh is being awarded the Param Veer Chakra for his service to this great nation of ours. I know no amount of words or awards can fill the void created in your life. But I humbly request you to please attend the ceremony so that we can honor the valor of your husband.”

His parting words came to her mind,” I  know you will receive a medal from the president.”

In his death too he conveyed his love…she would receive a medal from the president before him.

His body had died..but his love for her was immortal. The thought made her smile.

Dedicated to the soldiers and their families whose sacrifice and courage is unparalleled.

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THE LAST CUP

The coffee didn’t taste different but something was amiss. The table was empty, why wouldn’t it be…it is 7:30 am, students are not used to being awake. For some, it is a time to take their forty winks before being consumed by classes and the monstrous workload. The dedicated gamers will be dozing off – who takes classes when there is a map to finish and a team of seniors to beat. But the few disciplined ones are waking up and going for their morning run – the armed forces selection is near and you don’t want to be thrown out on grounds of low stamina.

Too many memories…the streak is interrupted by a gentle hand on my shoulder, I turn around and find the ever smiling Prof. Verma greeting me – “How are you laddie?” He asks in his ever commanding voice. The same voice that used to scare the hell out of me and made me study was now sore.

The disease of time didn’t spare this man too..the confident and towering persona of Prof. Verma had lost its charm.

15 years is a long time –  the seven colors of the rainbow were no more together….

The glamour of the coffee house was doubled every time the seven colors were together……

Nick always had a story to tell although he preferred the walls more than the storyboards, the lead paint cans in his bag were empty most of the time….sprayed on the walls was always a message. Last I heard he was in Paris painting the art capital with his colors.

Maggie also loved stories albeit a different kind. She always loved to share information – a trait necessary for a class of people like her – who loved the auditorium more than the classroom. Her life was entangled in stories, reports and interviews. If we would ever miss her constant chatter, all we needed to do now was switch on the idiot box and there she would be telling a new story from various corners of the world.

DK lived his music and loved his old monk. He never was interested in books…he carried his guitar around the campus along with his boom box. He didn’t care about the world. He was the Bob Marley of our group… he was just a centimeter away from becoming a rebel…weed and rum were always in stock with him. His grave now was a pilgrimage site for ambitious musicians. People like him are born once in many years, Alas..they get consumed by their obsessions.

Vicky was the heartthrob of our college. If anyone wanted to talk to him they knew he would either be in the gym or in the coffee house. Whenever he was not building his muscles he would build on his love life. Every girl in college would die to date him but he lost his heart to the hottie across the table and that is how Rama became another color of our rainbow. We always teased him saying that dude you would be the first one to utter – “And that is kids How I met your mother!”. Well he uttered those lines but not to his kids..but to kids who didn’t know who their mother was. Having kids was not an option for the lovely couple..they decided to become parents to hundreds of kids.

Dia was not the kind of girl who would fall in love…ambitious, strong headed one would fall short of words to express her talents no wonder she used to beat the hell out of us always in exams. But there was something about her that was magnetic to even a moron like me. Mustering all courage one day I told her how I felt….well not everyone is lucky the first time in love…but cupid had better plans…….

Today Dia and I were back in the same coffee house where 15 years earlier the seven of us had taken the last cup together….how time flies we always thought, but never realized. Actually today we did…..

The cups were same, the coffee was same but the seven chairs waited for the fresh faces.

Dia and I looked at the new seven colors filled with energy, vigor, new dreams, not worried about the future, not apologetic of the past..just embracing each day with a hearty laugh.

Oh how I wish life was like college….

How true was DJ:

“College ke gate de is taraf hum life ko nachate hain te duji taraf life humko nachati hai.”

 

Dedicated to my buddies through four years….A tribute to Manna Dey’s immortal melody COFFEE HOUSE and F.R.I.E.N.D.S

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The last quote is from Rang De Basanti.