Sunday 30 June 2013

Suspicious wife- part 1



Disha woke up to fresh new morning. She stretched herself and rubbed her eyes. She turned to her side to see her husband sleeping soundly. She smiled at him and as usual she didn’t wake him up, allowing him to sleep for some time. She headed towards the el bano where she freshened herself.  

She was busy preparing breakfast when the phone rang. She picked it up only to hear her ‘concerned’ aunt on the other side. “ Hi sweetheart, what are you doing?”, she asked. “Preparing breakfast, aunt . Well! He is not carrying his lunchbox. So I am preparing him heavy breakfast..”, Disha replied. “ What! Why is he not carrying lunch?” aunt asked. “He’s having late lunch with some of his clients.”Disha said. “Hmmm..hope it’s just lunch with his clients. Don’t feel bad. You need to keep an eye on your husband, dear. It’s what dutiful wife should do.” Aunt advised. “ Gosh! He’s not such type of guy, aunt. He’s very loving husband.”, Disha argued. 

“You won’t understand me now, beta. You feel that I am always on top of your head telling what to do and all.” Aunt said . Disha remained silent without arguing much. She knew her aunt never meant to hurt her. She always wanted her good. Why wouldn’t she? She had been her foster mother after her mum died when she gave birth to her. She had been through messy relationship with her husband and she didn’t want her niece to go through one like her. 

But Luv (her husband) wasn’t like other men, her aunt described. He was caring and loving husband. He loved her for who she was. He never threw his ego at her for the stupid mistakes she did. He was always calm and patient with her. 

However her aunt’s words echoed in her head. Was she true about keeping an eye on everything husband does? Wouldn’t it mean invading his privacy? He had given her freedom to do anything she wants and didn’t ask her for every minute update on her life. But what if something was going wrong behind her back? She cleared those thoughts and convinced her that she was simply being disillusioned by what her aunt said.

( To be continued)

Thursday 27 June 2013

First love-part 5





It was celebration at my cousin’s house. He was getting married to a girl his parents had chosen for him. Everyone was happy for him. Obviously! Why would they be? Their favorite son listens to them and never fights back. Unfortunately I had never been myself after my dad broke the news.

I remained quiet and aloof the whole day. My family was a little surprised by my behaviour as I was not into my mischievousness. They had tagged my aloofness to me growing up. I was missing my friends already. The day was so dull with Rahul and how can I forget the angel at the bus stop. I hadn’t seen for five days and the days looked like months to me. I was lost in this wedding chaos without her. 

As I was engrossed in thoughts about her, I had accidently walked into someone. But when I looked up, that stranger looked familiar. Why wouldn’t she be? She was the queen of my heart. She looked at me with familiar glance. “ Hi, how come you are here? “ , she asked. “It ‘s my cousin wedding. How are you? Long time! I mean it’s been long time seeing you.” I replied, realizing the awkwardness in my voice.

“ Hey jaan, you are here! I have been looking for you everywhere. I wanted you to meet some of my relatives.”, my cousin called. What! Her name was Jaan. Sweet but weird name for an angel like her. He hugged her tightly though she felt discomfort in front of me. I was in total confusion and quite jealous of my cousin for hugging my love.  

“Hey bro! How’s life? Look at you! I never thought this small and thin boy could ever grow taller than me. Anyway, you haven’t met the bride-my future wife- Jaan to me, Jhanvi to all.”, he said. No! This can’t be. How can this be possible? I didn’t believe this for some time. But his words replayed in my mind many times and each time it caused pain in my heart.

 Heartbreaks are much worse than being away from your beloved. The wedding was next day. I couldn’t dissolve the fact that she was going to be someone else angel. I didn’t know whether to hate my cousin more or feel happy for him. 

I came back home with heavy heart. I had got selected in one of reputed boarding school as dad wanted. I knew there were few more days left to bid my past. I didn’t want to leave my friends but I had to. I had no options left. I had to leave this place to forget her. It took days to let the feelings for her go. However the deepest feeling for her still remained. The worst part was that she stayed across the street and had become regular visitor to my house. 

It was last day. I was with my friends. “ So you are not going to play for the band. Dude, we are going to miss you. Wish you could stay a little longer.”, Rahul said. “Oh lord! Why are you doing this?”  I pleaded to god. I didn’t speak anything during my last dinner with my parents. “ When is your concert?”, my dad suddenly asked. “ Next week.” I gave a monologue reply. “I thought…hmmm..I had extended your stay until you finish your concert.” , he said. Shit! What was he saying? I gave a confused look. “ I meant you could play for your band and then you could leave. “ he said.  I jumped with excitement and hugged my dad. This was biggest surprise after all that happened in my life. I was indeed happy though it didn’t mend my heart totally.

                                    *******The end*******

Wednesday 26 June 2013

First Love-part 4



I saw my nightmare waiting at door step. “How come he has come early today?” I wondered. “ Ah , at last you have come. I have to discuss about something to you. Freshen up and come down soon.” he said.

I nodded. I rushed to my room and did what he said. As I came down the stairs, I thought, “What was he going to discuss? I hope it’s not any shocking news.”  He was having tea with mum. They were seated on the sofa. “Son, come. I was discussing about you with your mother. We have decided to put you into boarding school after this month.  I have finalized one. It’s perfect for you.” , he said. “ What! How can you not tell me before putting me into one? You know I have my life set here. I can’t leave them.” I argued.  “ What do you mean by ‘ you have life here’? Your stupid music band… your wrong friends..your so called cool attitude that has bought shame to the family. You have no idea how much pain I take to keep you moral and educated. Look at your cousin-Rohit! He is a successful man. He has made a name for himself. You know how he did it? Studies and not all this music.” , he scolded.

God!! I have started hating my cousin more , every time he sings his (cousin) praises. Why does he compare me with him? We are totally different person. What does music or studies got to do with being successful? Argghhh!!! These parents!! They don’t understand what you really want and put pressure on you to do something that they haven’t done in their life.

“ You are going there! It’s final. Write a leave application addressed to your principal. We are going to native for a week from next Monday. It’s Rohit’s wedding next week and you have an interview with the principal of that boarding school.  Be prepared.” , he ordered. It had always been like this. He would throw all his decisions at me and I had to accept them without questioning him. 

Next day I had broken the news to Rahul. He was depressed by this news. “This is not fair! How am I going to survive without you? So we have two weeks after you come back. I hate this!”, he said. I hugged him tight and never wanted to leave him for a second. 

It was worst day ever. I wished that the principal hadn’t granted me the leave. Unfortunately he did. God never did listen to my prayers. So why he would do today? 

I thought if I would see her today, I would forget my tensions. Bad Luck again! She wasn’t there. I waited till I was the last person to get into the bus. I should be used to this (not seeing her). I wouldn’t be able to see her when I am gone. Will I be able to survive this? I had no idea. How was I going to survive without her beautiful smile and those doe eyes increasing in size due to her carefree smile?

(To be continued)

Tuesday 25 June 2013

First love-part 3




I knew I looked dumb because of me staring at her without blinking. But what I could do? Her every movement hypnotized me towards her. The wind was blowing at her face making some strands of her hair gently sway to its tune. She smiled secretly time to time. She held the plastic bag with care as if there was some treasure.

I was annoyed when my stop came. I never wanted to go. I felt betrayed by the driver. Well! On the other days he would drive slowly, but today I don’t understand what made him to drive so soon. “ So you need to get down the next stop and take a left from the bus stop.” I said. “ Thanks” , she said with her million dollar smile. My heart thumped after she did that. I stood there without moving for a second. Then I realised I had to get down. 

My happiness seems to be always short lived. I was welcomed by my dad and his boring lecture on independence and responsibility. Ah! It would end with praising his nephew(my cousin) and berating me. Gosh! When was he going to stop? This had become a routine due to which I had even by hearted his lecture.

I had taken in one ear and spilled it over in another ear. That’s what I did with all his advices. I walked towards my room and got busy with the composition of latest song. 

The next afternoon I saw her at same bus stop. She was looking other side. I wondered whether she remembered me. I guess she wouldn’t. Why would she? I was just a passerby who tried to help her like other humans would do. She had turned her eyes towards our bus stop and gave her charming smile.
Oh! She remembers me. I thought she had forgotten me. I was overjoyed by this. I wanted to literally jump. But I didn’t do that due to fear of being ridiculed by Rahul and others at the bus stop.

Everyday had become routine for me to see her. I would smile and then she would smile at me. We had become smiling buddies. After few weeks, we started talking to each other in the sign language. Even Rahul had become accustomed by our language. I would become disheartened if I didn’t see her. However, next day I would be overjoyed when I see her.

Ah! What was this feeling? I was next to her but far away from her. I wanted to end this distance between us. I wanted her to know how much I love her. But I never had courage to spill out my feelings to her. How would I ? I hardly spoke to her. It was only sign language and smile that bounded us together.

(To be continued)

Monday 24 June 2013

First love-part 2




Ahh!!! The smell of freshly baked pancakes from kitchen had induced the hunger pangs in my tummy.  I threw back pack on the sofa and ran towards the kitchen.  My mum had placed them on the plate. I grabbed the chocolate sauce and poured it over the pancakes. Later I dug on it without caring about the hygiene and my mum’s warning that it was hot. I screamed as I burnt my mouth. My mum gave me a ‘ I told you so’ look and offered me a glass of cold water.

I had turned up the volume of my music player to the highest level. I sat on the bed with my laptop. I had composed a new song and was busy editing it. Everything seemed normal. Every calm day is followed by the cyclone. “ Vicky! Vicky!! Where the hell are you? “, my dad a.k.a  Hitler called. I didn’t reply. He stormed into my room.  He switched off the player and snatched my laptop. 

“Am I calling a dead person? Why don’t you answer when I call?” he said. “ I am sorry, dad. I didn’t hear you.” I apologized. “ How will you hear with all this noise?  Anyway, your tutor called me. He said that you have not attended his classes for past few days. Why?  I do so much for your future. I put you to good coaching classes and provide you all the amenities. This is how you reward me?” he scolded me.  I didn’t say anything and stared down at the floors. 

I was missing the early morning classes for practice with the band. The playoff was starting during the first week of next month. We had to win this. It was our big ticket to the music industry. However I had to do this (practice) privately. My dad opposed my dreams of being in the band and wanted me to be either the usual engineer or doctor. 

“ …so I had planned to put you in boarding school. I guess you will be serious if you are away from this cocoon.”, he said. What ! I am being sent to the boarding school. Why? What about my friends, my life and my dreams? How could he make such decisions without asking me?  “ Dad, you didn’t ask me. I can’t leave my friends. Please don’t do this. “ I wanted to say. But I didn’t. I stood there quietly nodding to his demands.

I was depressed the next day. Rahul was perturbed by my cold behaviour. He asked me several times and I dodged his questions by telling that I was not feeling well. 

I was at the bus stop waiting for the bus. Rahul hadn’t accompanied me due to his football practice.  I was still thinking about yesterday’s conversation with dad. “Excuse me!  Do you know which bus goes to Indira Gandhi complex?” a sweet voice said which startled me. It was her- the lady I saw yesterday. “ Huh.. Bus.. I am taking bus which stops at that place.. I will tell..you..where to get down. “ I stammered. Her charm had some influence on me that had impaired my thoughts and speech. She was an angel whose presence had made me forget my existence. 

(To be continued)