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Thursday, 23 February 2017

The Arial View

THE PAST:
Dear Love
In your own words ‘Your thoughts are like sunglasses, through which you view the world. Which pair are you choosing to wear?’
Ahem, Ahem…AHEM AHEM. A teensy, weensy doubt I have. May I? I will anyways; with or without your permission. Which pair were you wearing when you chose to view me in such a horrible light? What kind of thoughts crossed your mind that you misjudged me like this? What made you think such awful thoughts? Your words haunt me every single moment. If I believe you like I always did in the past, without ever questioning or confronting you, I would see myself as calculating, manipulative, scheming and most importantly selfish. Selfish! Really….!!!! Me?
Calculating - I have been a mathematics scholar so yes I can safely say that I am good at calculations. If only you are referring to differential equations or permutation combinations. I am not at all bad at Linear equations with two variables either. Oh! A total whiz kid when it comes to surds and indices. When it comes to the calculations that lead to trapping innocent people into unwanted situations… Well Not exactly my cup of tea.
Manipulative - If by that you mean the overdressed person with loads of makeup and an irritating catch phrase whose only job in the world is to make life hell for the protagonist (Watch the never ending TV Serials for reference please)…No. NO NO.
Scheming - Only for making travel plans at a short actually very short notice. I am good at that. But if by this you mean the kind of conspiracy which leads to the villain’s lair where the hero is tied to the pole or something with all family members gagged and bound with a time bomb in tow…Not really!
Selfish – I was the one stupid geeky kid in class who used to regularly lend text books to other kids and stood on the bench for punishment. I am the one who once gave up a highly coveted chance to speak at the annual school function only because a teary eyed kid wanted me to drop out of it so she could win. I am the incredibly stupid person who believed in giving 100% to any relationship without expecting anything in return. I am sacrifice personified. Refer to the recent incident when I deliberately gifted the most important person in my life to someone I never met. Yes, the choice was mine. I chose to let go. I willingly gave up on you. Don’t you dare fool yourself with the thought that the choice was all yours. Nah…The choice was entirely mine.
PS: Please forgive my audacity.
THE PRESENT:
Dear God
I am destiny’s own child and You are the hand which holds me now.
Life is a series of changes. Some of them are pleasant, some are not. Some expected and looked forward to with so much zeal. Some dreaded and endured with patience and understanding that life will be better soon. Relationships – huge, very huge changes. The way they impact you is such a sight. The anticipation when one is about to begin. The way it starts; one step at a time. The way you look forward to meeting that one special person, seek them out. Find out small little things and notice the way they are. All the cloud nine’s and seventh heavens come together when you see that one face. The happily ever afters…There is no such thing as a happily ever after. They keep evolving as you go along. It is incredible the way they change your life and make you change as a person. They are the happily ever afters…

Disclaimer: The story I share with you all today; may or may not be true. For as a writer I am certainly influenced by what I see around me. At the same time, I retain what I call and known as artistic liberty. 

Monday, 20 February 2017

The Soap Opera

THE PAST:
Dear Society
You are the best soap opera writer I ever came across. Sadly, nobody has honoured or even acknowledged your creativity before. Well! Better late than never, I do. You are the reason behind this:
Swarg ko koi indradhanushon se bhar de aur shachi ko zeher pila de, kuchh aisa hi lag raha tha wah ghar.’
‘Yeh zindagi thi, jahan pyar haar jaata hai, muskane haar jaati hain, aansoon haar jate hain – tashtari, pyale, kulhad, pattalen, kaleen aur dariyan aur baje jeet jate hain. Jahan kisi ki aatma ki udasi ko apne aasuon se dhone ke bajay pattalen dhulwana jyada mahatvpurn hota hai.’
-Jaishankar Prasad in Gunahon Ka Devta
All God fearing people abide by your code and stay fearless. You want to know the code. It goes like this - ‘ Jo tumhe pata nahi, us se tum khafa nahi.’
According to you, an honest person is not the one who always speaks the truth. The honest person is one who learns when to hide the truth and hide it well. According to you, it is ok for a boy to stabilize his career before marriage. Girls Toh you raise and bring up for the whole and sole purpose of Paraye ghar jaana hai. According to you, it is difficult for a woman to live alone. You, my dear are the one peaking inside the open windows of my house thereby making it nearly impossible. You are the neighbour who comes outside to check who rang my doorbell. You are the one taking the U turn and looking at me unabashedly from top to toe if I decide to dress differently. You are the one who watches like a hawk for every missed step to chastise me. You are the one who says it is ok for a guy twenty years a girl’s senior to get married to her. But the girl should mandatorily be junior in every which way. The girls, we have to be twenty-something, fair and tall to have a fair chance at it or just accept whatever is being offered for the fear of not getting anything better than this. Imagine how easy it would have been if it all worked according to your wishes and plans. If it did, all guys will wait till they are in their late twenty’s to get married and all girls would have been at least engaged before graduating from college.
You are the one who says ‘Are age ho rahi hai tumhari, jaldi karo.’
The same society which will sit on the Tapri and discuss the pros and cons in full and unimaginable details. You influence decisions in a subtle and the most horrible way. You always want the upper hand and the first-hand knowledge of what is wrong with the world. The worst thing is if you do not know the truth about something, you invent your own. You are the one who has stereotype working women into a class of their own. What social code have we broken love? We seek solace in groups when we go out because you think it’s not safe for us to venture out alone. You conveniently ignore the fact that if we do, you are ever ready to fill our day with the horrible experiences like cat calls or worse. You are the one who sets up double and unequal standards for men and women. It’s high time you stopped writing the story of my life…Don’t you think?
PS: Please don’t take it personally Yaar. Everything is fair in love and war. Us, we were always at war!! So bring on your big guns and shoot…
THE PRESENT:
In words of a famous philosopher
A transparent society is much better than a Hippocratic one.’
Fortunately the society is slowly mending itself. Disintegration has a life after which regeneration follows. When our social structure does that, marriages will be based not on tags and labels but mutual understanding and love. What we have now is a mix of both old and the new. Some still abide by the old way of life and some have adapted this fresh new change. Some are still in between.
Don’t be stuck – adapt one of them. Take a stand, express your opinion. Meanwhile, please don’t distort someone else’s beliefs to your own advantage.
Disclaimer: The story I share with you all today; may or may not be true. For as a writer I am certainly influenced by what I see around me. At the same time, I retain what I call and known as artistic liberty. 


Sunday, 19 February 2017

Kaise kahen Alvida…

THE PAST:
What I feared the most is finally done. The ultimate move made, the decisive step taken. Life has given me a lemon I will take ages to make a lemonade from. Oh, I have all the time in the world to reflect on what went wrong. I am so happy for you…Your happiness is all I wanted. Yet there are times when I can’t breathe, when I so want to curl up into a ball and just lay there…lifeless. I walk, I talk, and I laugh as well. The world around me cannot detect the way I feel. I feel my intestines doing a funny dance all the time. I feel as if all my internal organs have become a giant iron ball and lie at the pit of my stomach. Memories, promises, dreams…I have lost my belief in them. I literally fight to retain my composure at times.
My biggest loss was the loss of my faith in myself. I used to think I was a loving and caring person. I thought I was capable of earning someone else’s love and retaining it in my life forever. I used to believe you when you said I made you feel special. Sadly you think it was all an attempt to manipulate you. Wow. I did not know manipulation goes like this. Take a look:
‘I want you to be happy. That is my only concern.’
‘You know whenever I see nice things…I just feel so grateful that I have you to share them.’
‘I will never forget how lucky I am to have you.’
‘Thank you! You made me a better person.’
Appreciation, honesty, truth, feelings…everything you considered fake was is true. I never lied to myself when I thought and believed that I love you. I still do..
THE PRESENT:
Thank you for sharing my life love. Our trip was everything I imagined and more. My sweetest dream came true. I proudly hold your hand and walk the streets as people look at us with envy. The love we share with each other is so evident in the way you hold me. I am so grateful to God for giving me the most valuable person in my life. I desire nothing else other than to fill your life with the love and appreciation so well deserved. You are the one who is worthy of all the amazing things life has to offer. You deserve to be treated in the most special way possible. The beauty of nature and the picturesque surroundings combined with the beauty of our togetherness – heady combination love. Love can make us feel so many wonderful things, immeasurable joy, unsurmountable faith and unlimited gratitude. Thank you to The Almighty God and to you – my own personal sun. For you shine in the path of my life and warm my heart. You made me what I am today – thank you for being there with me. As I embrace my destiny and head forth on my journey, I know that I have you to hold through it all.

Disclaimer: The story I share with you all today; may or may not be true. For as a writer I am certainly influenced by what I see around me. At the same time, I retain what I call and known as artistic liberty. 

Monday, 13 February 2017

Ask your sons…

THE PAST:
“Beta I was not aware of your relationship.”
This coming from the person who also said:
You should have come to me first but you were busy dating my son.’
‘A girl like you who is so arrogant she does not even acknowledge me when driving’
‘You knew so many people in my circle, why did you not accompany them when they used to visit me.’
‘You were undergoing stress owing to your break up so all he did was offering some solace out of sympathy. My son you know, he likes to help people all the time.’
And the final blow from your son:
‘Mummy she is trying to trap me into a relationship, unsuspecting and innocent I am. She needs a ‘Ramu Kaka’ who will hold her bags for her while she shops from the store of life.’
To all your accusations Ma I say I accept it all. If I can openly acknowledge the love that I have in my heart for all of you, I can also accept my share of the sin I committed. However, I accept only my fair share; not more than that.
Now let us take the things one by one:  
1.   “Beta I was not aware of your relationship.”

If you were really not aware of our relationship Ma, how come you know who I am?  I am not even suggesting we are hiding something here but in an attempt to save your son, you threw me to wild dogs. Mothers are like that only Ma. Tigresses all of them…They will do anything to protect their children sons. If it’s a girl, mostly I see parents and loved ones hurling accusations and warnings at her. Followed by threats to marry her off left, right and centre to the first person who asks for her hand. Also sometimes, immediately putting a stop to her studies or any other vocation she was pursuing and without fail…her poetry, her paintings, her music and dance or whatever she loves taken away from her. ‘
Also, the famous words ‘Ladki Jaat ko sar chadhhana nahi chahiye. Humne tumko azadi di, tumne uska galat fayda uthaya. Tumne hamara sir jhukaya hai, ab koi aisa kaam mat karna. Hum tumhare par Qatar rahe hain, ab bahut ud chuki ho. ….’
BULLS****!!
To all the girls out there who are being subject to this kind of torture, say it out loud and exonerate you. The gravity of your sin is not a life-time validity recharge coupon. It expires the moment you acknowledge it and learn from it.
So here is what I acknowledge:
Two years back my parents approached your son in a touchy feely way. They did not say anything outright but wanted to see him. Like you said ‘ Apne samaj ke logon se jaan pehchan banane ke liye. The reason of not directly tapkoing at your home was ‘They needed to be formally introduced before they could venture into something like that.’
What he did was he never came to see them. Many times, I tried in vain to convince him to let them meet socially. Only after repeated assurance from my side that they will not broach the topic of our marriage at all; he allowed (!) (Cannot seem to find any other appropriate word for it) to let them see people from your side.
He manipulated the situation; he was literally blocking all my attempts to reach you. As for you not being aware and to all the mummyji’s out there who are not aware of their sons’ extra-curricular activities (!), drop whatever you are doing currently and go check their cell phones. Do a full on gurilla attack otherwise all evidence would be trashed or hidden. Ask for the password for his emails, messages, chat apps and every single thing you can think of.  
You will find all the answers there. You will find the reason of the unmistakably feminine scent on his clothes, you will discover why he chose to pick up his bike keys and shout out to you ‘Ma mai 5 minute me aata hun.’  Coming back only after a couple of hours. You will find the reason behind unexplained expenditures on his credit card.
You will find who or how many people ping him all the while and how much more time he takes before going to sleep while shutting the door to your face and telling you “Ma mai sone ja raha hun, subah jaldi uthna hai.”
Pick up the courage to confront him ‘Oh mothers of the world.’
Before they go out there and damage someone’s faith in their abilities again, please buy them the entertainment they are looking for. Instead of using and discarding people like expendables.
Coming back to what we were discussing,
2.   You should have come to me first but you were busy dating my son.’
Your son is a very demanding boyfriend Ma and a very dominant one at that. If you really know him in and out, you should have known; he does not like your attention to divert from him even for a single second. He occupied all my free moments with his phone calls, messages and dates. There was literally no other choice but to be at his beck and call all the time. My apologies for the same…



3.   ‘A girl like you who is so arrogant she does not even acknowledge me when driving’
So true! When I am driving and especially when I have a pillion rider, I have eyes and ears only for the road. When you are on the driving seat Ma, you have a huge responsibility to being safe. Even a moment’s distraction can do the damage. It’s called focus Ma, not arrogance.

4.   ‘You knew so many people in my circle, why did you not accompany them when they used to visit me.’
Please refer to point no. 1. Also I was under the impression that going to your future in-laws house without any formal ceremony is yet not accepted in the society. Also I wanted to come and see you after we had made everything official. I did not intend to plot, plan or trick you into accepting me. Plus I hate imposing my company on people. Don’t take my natural reserve for my ego Ma.
5.   ‘You were undergoing stress owing to your break up so all he did was offering some solace out of sympathy. My son you know, he likes to help people all the time.’

Like I said, ask your son, ASK YOUR SON, A-S-K Y-O-U-R S-O-N. He knows everything about my breakup. After all, he helped me recover from it. He knows the relationship was literally turning into criminal stalking. He knows the person in question was such a sissy. He had no courage to take it forward. He knows that multiple times, my parents approached the family in question to make it official and they failed to do so. How long do you think I should have waited? 10 years…? Not to mention, his criminal background was a huge setback and lastly, insistent demands of money from me. Secondly, the person in question is lying, sore grapes type of thing.
Responding to the query that the person in question used to come and see me. Don’t be naïve Ma, when in a relationship, you take certain things for granted.
 I am not a woman of questionable character only because I was in a relationship which unfortunately did not work out.
Dear society, stop looking for so called ‘purity’ in a girl. We are not lumps of ghee. Test your sons as well. Does our partner-in-crime really deserve a supposedly pure girl’s hand in marriage? My sins are not more scarlet than your son.
Ask him why his sympathy involved what it did. Ask him to how many girls he has offered this kind of solace? Is there a fee involved? Ask him all the embarrassing things you ask me, Ma. Ask him all the things you asked me.
Your son is not a helpless little baby bullied into something he was not interested in. He just played his cards well and so he has the upper hand for now.

6.   ‘Mummy she is trying to trap me into a relationship, unsuspecting and innocent that I am. She needs a ‘Ramu Kaka’ who will hold her bags for her while she shops from the store of life.’
No, no, no. Open your eyes and see for yourself my love. You are the one who turned a blind eye to the respect I have for you. I appreciate you as a person and for the person you are. I am the same person who sought you out on her own the day she got promoted to share her achievement. I am the one who leaves whatever she is doing and gives you her full attention the moment you walk into the room. I am the one who never sits when you are standing. I am the one who offers to cook for you even if I don’t know the ‘C’ of it. I am the one who never calls you “Tum”.  I am the one who accepts you as you are and never wishes you change for me. I am the one who always notices small little things to praise you and make you feel good. I am the one who offered her all to you expecting almost nothing in return. I wanted to marry you not out of obstinacy or trap, I wanted you to share my life and make it ours. You are capable of great things in life. You were destined for the same. You choose to call it a trap, I call it love. I am the one who is trapped here sweetheart. Open your eyes to it.
PS: Ma, Just because I have a past and he knows it is not the same as deliberately two timing a person. That’s your son, not me. My love, I do not need anyone to do my chores. Not even to lift the LPG cylinder and fix the fuse.
THE PRESENT:
Thank you Ma! Thank you for the fairness of it all. Thank you for judging the situation fairly and squarely. Thank you for taking a stand for me, thank you for uplifting my spirit. I cherish the respect you have for my privacy when you spared the gory details of my past and let it be. Thank you for telling me I deserve a second chance; everyone does. Thank you for ignoring my tags. Thank you for allowing me to reveal the kind of person behind me. Thank you for appreciating all my achievements and acknowledging that a successful woman can be accepted in the family even if she is more successful than your own son. Thank you for giving me an opportunity to share my abundance with you all. Thank you for the way you raised him, free of biases and discrimination. Thank you and I love you all.

Disclaimer: The story I share with you all today; may or may not be true. For as a writer I am certainly influenced by what I see around me. At the same time, I retain what I call and known as artistic liberty. 

Sunday, 12 February 2017

Walk alone…

THE PAST:
Dear love
Aap koi sati savitri nahin hain
AAP KOI SATI SAVITRI NAHIN HAIN
AAP KOI SATI SAVITRI NAHIN HAIN
AAP KOI SATI SAVITRI NAHIN HAIN
AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.No, No, No, NO, NO, No, No, No, No, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, No…Hell No, NO Way, No Way, No way….He did not actually use these words, he can’t actually say this, this is not what he meant, this was not his intention. No matter how many times I try to understand your anger, I will never be able to forgive your cruelty. I cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried that day, to no avail.  
One word which ends it all…One word which killed my dreams…one word…just one cruel word which deflated my ego; destroyed my self-respect and defiled my dignity forever. One word which tells me why I don’t deserve the happy ending I was looking for. One word which says I am not good enough to think of a future with you. One word to invalidate our achievements; undermine our struggle and the pains we undertake to establish a future. Now I know what to do if an eve teaser approaches me with vile intentions. I have to silently endure what he says and move on. After all, I am not an honourable woman. In the eyes of my love, this is the respect I generated so far. No wonder, I can be looked down upon. No wonder I can be assaulted, no wonder I can be subject to character assassination. No wonder I can be discussed like a Maal over a cup of tea at PunditJi’s Tapri.  No wonder anyone and everyone has now the right to approach me with all sorts of dishonourable intentions, for I am not an honourable woman. I am not like the other girls I compared myself to. I have no right whatsoever to love someone and ask for his admiration in return for I am not an honourable woman.
All the strong, independent, open-minded, confident girls should abide by this understanding that they are expendable. I broke the code and got suitably rewarded (!) for it.
PS: ‘I can do anything for you, you just have to ask.’ It’s a dangerous promise to make gals. No wonder love never lasts. For the one you love will wake up one fine day and say ‘If you can really do anything for me, please allow me to walk away.’
THE PRESENT:
‘Ssshhhhh…Hush…calm down. There is no need to get angry. He was just a mad person, forget him.’ In vain I try to calm you down as you seethe with anger at the random person on the road. All he did was look at me with a little more interest than appropriate. Secretly I am overjoyed at your reaction. I do take pride in the fact that you are willing to go to any lengths for protecting me from the world. I feel safe when I am with you. Even when you are not there, I know you take the pains to ensure that. The CCTV you installed, the lifts to office, the calls when I am out of station to know my whereabouts, talking me to sleep every day when I am away…Being a self-dependent person would never mean I don’t enjoy some chivalry. The little things you do; the little ways you express that you care. All this means a lot to me. Having faith in my abilities to take a stand never stops you from shielding me from trouble. All the ways you express your love and so much more; to let me know you care in the most beautiful way.
PS: It makes me fall in love with you all over again.

Disclaimer: The story I share with you all today; may or may not be true. For as a writer I am certainly influenced by what I see around me. At the same time, I retain what I call and known as artistic liberty. 

One last time; Every time

THE PAST:
Dear love
रेत पर नाम लिखने से क्या फायदा 
एक लहर आएगी कुछ बचेगा नहीं
तुमने पत्थर का दिल हमको कह तो दिया 
पत्थरों पर लिखोगे मिटेगा नहीं 

I remember when you said this. I thought then I was the sand meant to be taken away. Turns out I get to be the rock in this story. As I walked the last few steps with you, as I shed the last bit of my tears, as I desperately try to hold on to whatever little glimpse I get of you…I am reminded of the day you walked into my life. The very first day you started carving your name on my heart, mind, body and soul. There was a day when I did not know you and today I do not know anyone but you. There was a day when I did not know your name, now that very name is the cause of unlimited joy and unbearable pain. I see your name everywhere. Your wedding cards are scattered all over the place. It’s your name all over the place. Everywhere I go, people are talking of the same. Me…You know I am not going to be there, uninvited. No entry type… You knew me well but you never knew; I loved you to the moon and back. You realized a lot when you were with me, but failed to realize your worth in my eyes. I do not need a ‘Ramu Kaka’ in marriage. No one does for that matter. I wanted a person I looked up to. I wanted a person I deeply respected and admired. I wanted someone I love and cherish. I value your choice but disagree with what you said. I wanted you not for myself, but I wanted to be known by your name. My name would get a new meaning if and when associated with you. I was shocked when you started bringing skeletons out of the closet. I trusted you and you used my trust in the worst possible way. It was not me who broke promises; the other side was not strong enough. Your words lost their power when you shattered my faith in you. Yes, my home is my safest place. That is where I take shelter now. Don’t know why last meeting is so important in life. But I am glad I get to say goodbye.
THE PRESENT:
We smile and take the merciless teasing in our stride as we walk the sacred seven steps together. As papa gave my hand to you in marriage, I admire the two hands which hold mine. Two hands, two generations, two journeys, two promises of unconditional love.  Both the hands hold me firmly and strongly. I marvel at the journey of my life and think of all the times I used to dream of this moment. Yet when it arrived, nothing could prepare me for the enormity and the joy of it all. I belong to you now, as I always did. I used to think when I get married; it would be a simple, no fuss affair. That same person is going overboard now with everything. It’s my way of telling the world I am so happy and overjoyed I found you. You are cheating again in the rings game and I smile as you snatch the ring from my hand. Psst…I told no one I found it first but gave it to you. Everything I have belongs to you now. Then why not the upper hand in marriage! I would love to follow through in your steps. I lower my eyes and steal a look at you. My heart is filled with so much joy. All my dreams have got a new meaning when shared with you. I have already started planning the small little things we will add to our life now. As I embark on this journey with you and look at my beloved home for the last time, I think of the home you built for us all. Thank you for making me a part of your life thank you for making it ours.

Disclaimer: The story I share with you all today; may or may not be true. For as a writer I am certainly influenced by what I see around me. At the same time, I retain what I call and known as artistic liberty. 

Tuesday, 7 February 2017

What If…

THE PAST:
Dear love
Life is a series of What Ifs…What if I had never known you? What if you had agreed to meet mum and dad two years back? What if your family accepted me or at least made an attempt to know me before this outright rejection? What if I had refused to see you? What if I had not picked up your call the other day? What if I had not agreed to talk to you any further? What if I was the love of your life just as you are mine? What if you had treated me more than a conquest? What If it had not rained that day? What if I had refused to come and see you that day and all the other days? What if you had closely observed the way you changed me? What if you noticed the way I belong to you? What if you had honoured the love I have in my heart for you? What if I had picked up my courage one fine day and chucked you out of my life? What if instead of telling you everything, I would have hidden things about my past? What if I never had a past? What if you were the one and only person in my life? What if you had met me under different circumstances? What if people had not poisoned your mind about me? What if I really was the woman you think I am? What if it was as easy for me as it is for you? What if I had never believed in ‘Us’ – Our future together? What if you understood what you mean to me? What if you were not afraid to accept me in your life? What if you had the courage to say yes to me? What if you had the generosity to embrace what I am? What if I was in a lower position? I have my whole life to sort it out. I can play the past in my mind over and over again and remake my choices. I can say yes or no or not sure all over again. That way, if not in my reality, I will have you in my dreams all over again.
THE PRESENT:
Nice yellow ’
With the beep I knew it was your message. I somehow knew when you reached out to me. This is the first day after our marriage. We are in office and so busy. Yet we are so excited to talk about how our day is progressing. Endless messages later; we meet in the parking to go back home. I have yet to cook our lunch. This bliss I feel, the fathomless joy, the endless and deep love…This belonging to you completely is a beautiful thing. You are the one I have always looked up to. I take so much pride in the kind of person you are. You are all I have…and somehow I have no further desire to have anything else. Everything has got a new meaning when shared with you. My life is wonderful and all because of you. You are the miracle I was waiting for, you are the joy which I wanted, you complete my life in a way nothing else can. You are the sun which gives me warmth; you are the moon which shines on the window of my life. You are the elixir which revives me. You are the cloud which rains on my parched life. Thank you my love for completing my life.
I love you..
Disclaimer: The story I share with you all today; may or may not be true. For as a writer I am certainly influenced by what I see around me. At the same time, I retain what I call and known as artistic liberty.