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That Thing About My Marriage

There won’t be a better day than today to pen down memoirs from my marriage, as my husband and myself turn nine years old as a legal couple. For the starters by sharing this post I in no way claim that ours is the happiest or the perfect most, but I do claim that I am darn proud of it. We have had our share of struggles, and still have a long way to go, but I can’t help feel the euphoria of this journey so far!

My Dad left no stone unturned to give his daughter( yep, that’s me) a fairytale like wedding. He had loved the word “Saptapadi”, meaning seven steps which is the essence of an everlasting love and respect in a marriage. So, he had the word printed in the wedding invites. Only for me to discover its depth in the moments to come.

The wedding was over, but my marriage had just begun. During my Bidai, my mom was crying buckets. Everyone on my side of the family was sad and cried, but mom was inconsolable. I just stood there, numb, feeling horrible that I had to leave my mom in this state. So I kept standing next to her, juggling to find words that would make her feel a bit better.

All this while my husband and I were tied to each other with the wedding knot. He stood for a while and soon realised that if he didn’t act fast then mom might collapse. So, he quickly got into the car. Now, no matter how hard I tried to go near my mom, I was pulled back towards him. I had no choice, but to get into the car too.

Inside the car, a typically quiet person that my husband is, started talking a lot. I guessed he was just as nervous as I was. He shared that he had read somewhere that some couple separated because they had some issues about the way the husband kept the toilet seat. He blabbered on and on about it. It was hilarious, I laughed through my tears. He said that he didn’t want such issues, so the first question he asked me as a man and woman was how would I want him to keep the toilet seat?

I was so caught up at his weird, yet funny side that I completely forgot about the horrible feeling I had a minute ago. He later called my dad out of concern and inquired about my mom.

There it was! The first step of Saptapadi, live in action: finding ways to bring a smile on your spouse’s face( even if it means being silly or talking like a crazy maniac).

As individuals we are poles apart. I am a saving type, keep a tab on our pennies while he is the spender; I give out distress calls frequently while he is calmer than still water; he notices every little thing about me while I admire him irrespective of his clothes or hairstyle.

Today divorce rates  have increased phenomenally; there are a lot many marriages that are dragged on and on each day, continued to exist due to fear of social pressures. Failed marriages aren’t because of the people involved in it. They are simply not happy because they revolve around other aspects: bank balances, infidelity, secrets and manipulations. Focus shifts when a couple stops let going. When they can’t forgive. When they refuse to budge from where they stand. They see each other as a pain instead of being painkillers for the other.

There is a constant seek for something or someone that isn’t yours. Is it so difficult to love what is yours? Why does somebody’s life, life partner, marriage and to a great extent others kids and jewelry look finer than yours?

This is the thing about our marriage. We both love what is ours. There are no terms and conditions. Love is unconditional. It’s cumulative of sweet words, hope, satisfaction and 24×7 support.

Yeah, that’s the thing about my marriage!

Venky & Lola (FLLT exclusive)

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It all began with a high pitch sound. I was just two hours and twelve minutes into Superatindo game and only five minutes short of winning level Five, when I noticed that the sound I was referring to was my mom’s screaming.

“Venkyyy….put that thing away”.

“It’s not a thing amma, it’s a z-pad, an electronic gadget, a WOY-line tablet manufactured by Banana.inc and please just two minutes more….pleaasssee….”

Mom wasn’t interested in my knowledge sharing. She said that she had been screaming for the past five minutes, but I swear I hadn’t heard a word.

I could see a mover and packer truck parked outside from our kitchen window. As the truck moved I saw a girl wailing away sitting on the front steps.

“Look at that poor girl; she must be our new neighbour” Mom said

“She’ll get over it amma”.

Moms never understand about being left alone for a while. She filled my hands with a box of Idlis.

“Go take them and become friends with her”.

“Noooo…” I begged.

Before I realised mom had pushed me out of the house. I slowly tugged myself to the new neighbour’s house.  It was the weirdest first meeting ever.

“Hi, I am Venkatesh Murli Prasad”.

“Bohoooo….Bohooo….I miss Queen”, she sobbed loudly.

“The Queen?  You mean Queen Elizabeth?” I asked.

“No stupid! Queen was my cat in London”, she said wiping her runny nose with her shirt sleeves. She looked up at me and her loud sobs changed to a hideous pig like laughter.

She rolled and loathed, laughing.

“I am Lola, I come from Britain, but my sister and brother, think I am from Bratland”, she said once she gathered herself, and there she let out her funny snorts again.

“What’s so funny?” I asked

She held her tummy and snorted…errr….laughed again until tears welled up in her big froggy eyes.

“What’s the reason that you laugh like a mad girl?” I asked again.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me inside her house. We both stood in front of a large mirror in the bedroom. My cheeks flushed after I saw my reflection.

A bird was busy building her nest in my noodley hair. I have had embarrassing moments, but this was the father, as we say “Baap” of them all!

I froze.  Lola fell on the floor and rolled all over, laughing in snorts again.

This was the worst that could’ve happened to a good human being like me. When I found some movement in my limbs, I raised my hands to help the chirpie fellow. The more I tugged at my hair, the more it tangled.

“I shall try the reverse effect on effects method. It will transfer the kinetic energy of the bird into stationary energy and then ….”

“Shut up Venkipedia!…You are a talking Wikipedia!”

Lola snapped her fingers, went out of the room and returned with a pair of scissors.

 

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“What are you going to do with those?” I asked, my body shivered.

Before I could stop her, she chopped off a large chunk of my hair. My heart skipped a beat.

“Those locks were precious to my mom, she thought of them as a sign of a real man”, I couldn’t believe it, but I was whining.

“How could you do that?” I asked.

“Like that”, she replied, chopping off another lock of my curled darlings.

The bird flew away and my hair that once carried it’s nest lay on the floor.

“What was I going to tell amma?” and, “What was I going to tell Appa?”

I no longer wanted to be friends with this brat. This was the end of the shortest friendship. I had made up my mind never to speak to her again. I picked up the Idli parcel, she didn’t deserve a single bite of those, and left her house.

But things normally never happen the way you intend them to be!

 

 

 

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Friends Forever “Not”

 

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Friends Forever “Not”

You wrote that I read,

Believed what you said.

I made a difference to you just like butter would on bread.

You and I were to be friends “forever”,

I thought that was beautiful 

But you thought that was clever.

Little did I know that you would use me as a ladder.

To get to someone who was away from you,

but closer to me,

Oh! How stupid can I be?

I missed our  Sunday Strawberry Ice-creams,

And our night outs together,

I tried to tell you how much it hurt,

You didn’t care, for you had someone another.

You left me out all the while,

I missed to see you smile.

When I cried, you told the other,

“Leave her alone, just don’t bother,”

You thought I was being an emotional fool,

The truth is that I felt like the used tool.

The sad part is that you didn’t realise your mistake,

You believed it was no big deal, just a piece of cake.

Time has flown and I’ve grown,

One fine day you come knock at my door,

The other friend isn’t your friend anymore.

You want things to be as normal as can be,

But now all I have to say to thee,

Memories would’ve been etched even if it was us three,

Friendship needs no count,

All would’ve been well if you had heard me out.

Befriend a new pal,

Don’t use your old,

New ones are silver,

But old ones are worth gold.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That Tub Of Chocolate Ice cream

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When you crave for a tub of rich chocolate ice cream, you can blame your hard wired ancestral genes for it. This is the truth about evolution. Our ancestors had access to limited sweets, the only one being ripe fruit. So on a lucky day when they’d spot a fig tree, they’d eat as much to their hearts content. This super strong craving gene is still in our DNA. So, even with an overstuffed fridge of goodies, you still want to wallop down the whole tub of creamy ice cream, you now know where is that craving wala feeling coming from!!!!

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The streak of horror refused to leave my face, even after I splashed it with cold water. I wanted to comb the loose strands of hair that fell over my swollen eyes, but I didn’t carry a hair brush. My eyes were filled with wrath. An ocean wouldn’t be enough to extinguish it. I was hurt in every possible way a human can be. My throat was sore from all the screaming. My heart was numb. There was an agonising pain all over; the kind of pain that I couldn’t pin point to any doctor. My fairytale prince had turned out to be a demon.

I pulled out the fine jewellery that hung from my ears and neck. The sight of the blue sapphire engagement ring on my ring finger made me throw up. “Damn! Damn!, why did you have to be so stubby,” I cursed my slender long finger. The ring was stuck. My body was feeble, I couldn’t gather more strength to remove the sapphire. I stopped trying.

My tan hand bag lay open on the washroom counter of the hotel suite. I scurried through it for a sharp object. The dim lit washroom made it difficult to search through the items in it. I didn’t carry a blade, but a crochet hook would do the job. I would have to thrust the hook deep within my flesh. It would take a couple of sharp jabs, before I would see darkness forever. I slumped on the edge of the white bath tub, with my eyes shut tight. I wanted to prepare myself for death. I had heard elders say that people would see their childhood memories before they died, but images of the events that followed after Ravi’s phone call this afternoon flashed infront of me.

Ravi had put forth his last bachelor wish. He expressed his strong desire to meet me in the evening. “Come on Chitra, my Jaan, didn’t anyone tell you that it’s your duty to fulfil your to-be-husbands wishes,” he said in his usual flamboyant style. “Yes..errr…No,” I had said. He made me so nervous. The elders had drilled it into my head that it was inauspicious to see each other before the wedding. “Can’t you wait for one more day?” I asked. “Not even a minute.” he replied. “I am sending Manav, my cousin, he’ll bring you to me,”

“But…but…” He hung up. Ravi would never take a no for an answer. It was a tough job to leave a house full of relatives. The house was no less than a fortess. I had climbed down from the broken, rusted spiral staircase from behind the house.

“Where are we going?” I asked Manav.

“Ravi has booked the hotel suite room for two nights,” he said. His voice was grime.

“Manav, I will be skinned if my family gets to know about this.”

“Chitra, I am not sure if I am doing the right thing by taking you to him today, but for a person who wants his peace its best to do what Ravi orders.”

“I’d rather be with Mithoo today,” I said aloud. I was shocked with myself as I wasn’t used to speaking my thoughts aloud. “You have a pet?” he asked

“Yes, it’s a talking parakeet, been there with me for over twelve years now, he is old, so I had to leave him at the animal hospital,” I said. My eyes filled with tears. I missed Mithoo.

I had learnt to contain myself. An orphan child, especially a girl child, got to see the real world much earlier and closer than the lucky ones who had their mummas and papas. No one wanted to know anything about me through all my growing years. People showed interest only when I was ready to invest in them. Emotional investments didn’t count. It didn’t take me long to realise that my so called family of aunts, uncles, nephews and nieces spoke well with me only a couple of days before and after my salary day. The rest of the days they would dissect every word I’d say, every dress I’d wear and every morsel that I would cook. It’s only after Ravi’s marriage proposal things changed for the better. They called it “The Million Dollar” proposal.

No matter how things changed, my past had taught me valuable lessons of life. All of us live with our past. All of us allow it to shape our future. But some of us know how to shrug the past. I think that’s who I am. Despite the challenges I had faced, I had dared to dream of a better future.

Manav studied my sullen face. “You better take care of yourself, Ravi and his friends have been drinking all afternoon,” he warned.

“Alcohol?” I asked. My eyes widened.

“No water, “ he laughed. “I am sorry if I sound foolish, but Ravi had told me that he had never touched alcohol.”

“Really?” he gaped, “Then it must be the alcohol that comes running to him,”he said. There was anger in his voice.

We were engaged for six months, and I thought I knew him fairly well by now, but now I felt like I didn’t know him at all.

“Ravi is a charmer, he could charm a dead woman!” Manav remarked as he swivelled the car in the hotel porch.

“I shall wait here for you, Chitra,” Manav said. He bent his head low enough to see my face. He was genuinely concerned about my well-being.

“Thanks,” I replied. The well-built security guard opened the glass door for me. I walked slowly in to the foyer of the hotel. It was majestic. The sight of a beautiful floral arrangement underneath a large chandelier made me forget my purpose of being there.

“Ah! There you are, my Jaan!” Ravi said as he walked with his arms open towards me. He looked handsome in his red checkered shirt. His hair were gelled and he wore an expesive watch on his right wrist. He had a great collection of watches as opposed to the only one black leather watch that I owned.

“ We weren’t suppose to meet today, why don’t you understand?” I asked.

He turned himself to face me, here was love and need in his eyes. I lowered my eyes with shame. He looked at me as if he was ready to eat me up. “You are mine now, to-be- Mrs Kapoor,” he whispered. I could smell the alcohol. He had mint in his mouth, but the stench of liquor pissed me off. I turned around to leave, but he caught my hand. “I need you,” he begged. He went down on his knee, “How can you refuse a bachelor’s last wish?” he said aloud.

The next thing I knew was that I was squashed between the suite room’s wall and Ravi. He kissed me with passion. The kisses slowly turned to bites. I screamed in pain as his teeth gnawed into my skin. He bit me here and there, all over. His hands hovered around the edge of my kurta, but I stopped his hands from reaching there again and again. He was annoyed and hit my hand hard. I screamed again. Just then my phone rang. I tried hard to push Ravi off me, but he was heavy. I found it difficult to breathe. The moment I could catch my breath I shouted “Ravi stop, My phone is ringing.” He moved a bit. I stooped and elongated my hand to reach for my phone from the study desk. My limbs shivered, my fingers trembled as I answered the call. It was the vet.

“Yes Doctor Saheb,” I answered.

“I have some sad news for you,” he said with a heavy voice, “I am sorry Chitra, we will have to put Mithoo to sleep today.”

“Nooo…Nooo…Doctor Saheb, don’t do that,” I cried.

“Beta, he chokes on his food and his frail body isn’t responding to any drugs, it’s best to free him from his suffering,” he said, “ I can’t wait much, maybe an hour at the most.”

There was a lot of commotion and Doctor Saheb’s voice broke. I could barely hear a few mumbles.

Ravi tried to grab me again. But I flopped on the floor, my back brushed against the wall. I folded my hands and pleaded Ravi to let me go. “Ravi, my Mithoo is going to die,” I cried.

“Oh, come on, Chitra! It’s just a parakeet, I’ll buy you a new one tomorrow. It will be my honeymoon gift to you.”

Nothing can replace my Mithoo, the thoughts remained within me. My slience resonated in the posh hotel room. Everything looked blurred. I got up to move towards the door, when I felt a hard kick on my calf. I stumbled and fell.

“So your parakeet is more important to you than your fiancé, huh?” he growled. He pushed me away with his feet to clear his way.

I dragged myself to the washroom, and here I sit preparing myself to face death. Mithoo’s sweet voice echoed in my ears. We would sing Happy Birthday songs together. I looked up at my imaginery god to tell him about my final wish. I wished to see Mithoo for one last time. I heard Ravi talk over the phone. “Can’t you follow one simple order, just drop her off home, Manav!” he shouted. “I haven’t done anything to her, she wouldn’t let me!” he screamed before he banged the door shut. I heived a sigh of relief and got myself to look as normal as possible.

Manav was waiting in the porch. He jumped out of the car and ran to open my side of the car door. “Shit! Shit! What did he do to you?” he asked. I didn’t know what to say. “Let’s go to the doctor and then to the police.” “No! I want to meet Mithoo please, he is in the Safdarjung animal hospital, if you don’t mind,” I requested.

Doctor Saheb was outside with Mithoo in his arms. He gently put him in my arms. My beautiful Mithoo was defeathered. “Mithoo..Mithoo..” were the only words I could manage to speak. He was too weak to open his eyes. But I could tell that he heard me. He feebly tried to move his right wing. I kissed him, “I will always love you,” I whispered to him. I wept as Doctor Saheb took him inside.

“Let’s go home,” Manav said. “No! I’d rather die than go home, they will force me to get married to the demon tomorrow,” I said. I raised my finger to remove the blue sapphire ring again. ‘Let me help you,” Manav turned it around a bit and it slipped off.

“You are going home to pack your bags, you either die today or learn to live,” he said with a stern voice. “Mumbai wil teach you the value of life and freedom, what happened today will soon be your past, it might be tough, but it’s better than dying like a coward.” He held out the ring to me, “Throw it, right now.”

As always I decided to shrug my past. I threw the ring in the gutter. I watched it sink beneath the algae waters. ‘It’s a matter of time, everything disappears,’ Manav whispered. I nodded to agree with him. I turned around to open the car door, but before I could, Manav held it open for me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Deceptive Liaison

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I observed him. His nostrils flared. I knew it was time, I shut my eyes and began counting in reverse order…ten…nine…eight…seven… Before I could complete the count he slammed hard on the accelerator, the speedometer spurred from sixty kilometers to a hundred and thirty in less than a second. The windows were rolled down, the wind flew my hair, but as I opened my mouth to speak a few strands got in. I swirled my hair behind, as Jai, took a sharp turn. I extended my hands to grab the dashboard for support though I had the seat belt on. I asked as calmly as I could “Jai, What are you so upset about?” My voice was shaky, the speed at which the air got into the car made me feel that my words were spoken from afar. “Damn, Damn… it’s not just you, it’s you and him!” he spoke. “He who? Vikram? Is he the one that’s bothering you?” Jai had always missed the thread of faith in our relationship. He would find my silence just as deceiving as my words. He kept quiet, just slammed at the accelerator again.

Our car screeched to a halt outside his favourite bar, The Dunkers. I called it The Drunkards because whenever Jai would return after his boys’ night from The Dunkers, he would be sloshed. These were the times he stayed over at my apartment. He wouldn’t dare face his mom in that state. He would tell me how much he loved me and then zonk out. I’d have to change him in bed.

He banged the door shut. “I can’t believe you just hurt her,” I said, shocked at the way he had just treated his Mercedes. It was his life. He grabbed my upper arm tight, and pulled me inside with him. “You are hurting me,” I complained. He let go. I rubbed my palm over to soothe the pain.

The bar was dark. There were a few flashy lights, but they moved along with the music beats. All I could make out was that there was a lot of red colour splashed across the walls. I saw Jai, he took the stairs to the wooden deck a floor above. I did not want my blood to clot from where he had gripped me, so I headed to the counter to get some ice. The bar man got me a bucket full of it. He knew I was with Jai, and I had expected nothing less than a V.I.P treatment. “Madam, we have a safety first aid kit, if you need one let me know,” the bar man gave a slight bow. I sat on the bar stool rubbing the ice on the grip marks, when I heard someone whisper a ‘Hello Eisha’. The voice was familiar, but when I turned around there was nobody. I got back to rubbing the ice. ‘Surprise!’ Vikram sprang from behind. There was a sudden jerk and the ice fell on my lap. “Oh my god! You scared me,” I said. The ice had melted, and my white Chanel dress was wet. Vikram grabbed a napkin to help clean up the mess, but I pushed him away. Jai shouldn’t see him here, not with me. “Go away!” I ordered. Before Vikram could come to terms with what seemed to him like an odd behaviour, Jai came and stood in front of us.

“There you are my brother,” Jai hugged Vikram. “So Vicky, you want to have a drink with my fiancé huh?” he asked swaying a bit. From the way he spoke I could make out that he was a couple of drinks down already. “No Jai, I was just helping Eisha.” “Oh yeah, my little darling needs your help, eh?” Jai shrugged a bit and pushed Vikram down on the floor. “Am I not here for her?” Jai rolled up his sleeves. “No Jai, for heavens sake don’t do this, not here please,” I pleaded. There was no way Jai could have survived a hands on fight with Vikram, but Vikram wouldn’t hurt him as he was under Jai’s obligation. Vikram got up and straightened his body hugging tee shirt. “Be careful there bro.” Vikram gave him a long hard stare before he disappeared into one of the dark corners of the bar.

Jai had funded Vikram’s new gym, though he was never interested in building health. Vikram was a huge guy. Jai believed Vikram took injectable steroids. But I knew that it was his hard work. He had dedicated his life to fitness, as a trainer. Jai wouldn’t understand the exercise regimes and diets, and the good part was that he didn’t even try to. Business and politics ran in Jai’s blood. He could smell money and intentions. Jai and Vikram were un-identical twin brothers, born five minutes apart but they were poles apart.

Their father had handed over a large part of the family business and finance matters to Jai, before he retired. Even Vikram’s wealth had to be managed by Jai until Vikram started making his own buck. They were thirty-seven years old, Jai believed it was high time Vikram learnt to earn and settle down. “He needs to get serious about life.”

A small crowd gathered around us. A scantily dressed woman peeped out from behind Jai, it was her- the devil- Mira. “I know what you are up to!” she screamed, her finger pointed towards me. I looked at Jai, he quietly made way for another drink. He could never tell her anything. They were friends since school days. It had been a year since our engagement, but his friends had still not accepted me. I had never felt this humiliated before. I quietly went and sat down on the bar stool again. My head felt heavy, and my shoulders drooped forward. I stared at the beautiful wine and scotch bottles displayed in the slots designed to hold bottles of a million different shapes and sizes, it made a perfect backdrop for the long, black granite counter.

Jai still had his drink in his hand when he came and patted my back. “I am sorry,” he said. He held my hands gently, and pulled his bar stool closer to me. “ So did the scene that you just made make you happy?” I asked looking straight in to his doe eyes. “I don’t know why I feel the way I do Eish, you know that I love you very much, but something pinches my instincts all the time,” he sounded very honest. “And you know what? It’s very hard for me to speak to you right now, you know how I like to keep things to myself,” he said lifting his glass to sip in his expensive scotch. I gave a slow nod. And looked back at the stylish man who sat on the other side of me. I studied him for a minute. He was of no match to Jai. Not many could afford the scotch Jai drank, the watch he wore, the car he drove, nor the shoes he had. He pulled out a red velvet box from underneath his coat and kept it in front of me. “What’s this?” I sat up straight. Everything was forgotten. “It’s a small gesture of my giant love for you,” he smirked. “Come on open it.” I slowly opened the box. It was the most beautiful diamond bracelet that I had ever seen. It had the brilliance of a galaxy of stars put together. “Oh my god, thank you Jai, this is brilliant, it’s beautiful, I don’t know what to say…” Before Jai could make me wear it, I picked it up and put it on myself. He smiled, “You have no patience.”

I wanted to dance, I wanted to let loose and I wanted to guzzle down a bottle of champagne, but Jai wasn’t going to approve of that. And right now I didn’t want to upset him for a minute. I put my arms around him and puckered a deep kiss on his lips. “There she goes again,” Mira came in. “Mira, do you have a sensor or something? You somehow sense my happiness. It’s funny how you are always there to ruin my moment,” I stood aplomb. I wanted to slap her. But it wouldn’t be the right thing to do, “Not now Eish.” I calmed myself, and clenched my fingers in to tight fists. “Hah!” she laughed, as she sensed what was going on in my head.

“Please can you drop me home?” I turned to ask Jai. He asked the bar man to get the bill He made the payment, and planted a friendly kiss on Mira’s forehead. I chose not to acknowledge her good-bye greeting. We headed towards his car. Jai was in a good mood. He whistled the tune of his favorite love song, while he drove.

The building security guard flashed a smile when he saw Jai, he greeted him, “Good evening Saheb.” “Kaise hon Bhavarsingji? (How are you Bhavarsingji?)” Jai inquired. “Sab theek hain Saheb, apki duan hain (Everything is fine with your blessings).” He looked beyond Jai towards me and his smile disappeared. It annoyed me because he never smiled nor greeted me. I had even caught him give me spiteful stares. “What’s his problem?” I asked Jai. The sparkle of the diamond bracelet caught my attention again. It made me forget the security guards temperament too. He turned the car engine off in the porch. “Don’t bother,” Jai’s voice was soft. He began to play with my hair. He came closer to smell them. “I am coming up with you,” he said.

I was worried that I’d upset him again if I would reject his wish. “Err…I don’t think this is a good time, it’s that time of the month, you know what I mean right?” “Well yeah, I know.” He was dejected. “I am sorry baby.” I made a sorry face at him. “Eisha, I love you.” He cupped my face and tried to explore the world he saw in my eyes. “I can never read your eyes, and that drives me crazy,” he complained. He slumped back in his seat and turned on the car ignition.

 

“Good night, Jai,” I wished him. I got out of his car, and slowly walked to the elevator. I admired my bracelet as I rode up to my apartment on the tenth floor. I unlocked my apartment door. It was set to perfection. There were candles placed in the center of the table, the music was set at the right volume, the lights were dim and the smell of chicken biryani wafted through the air.

 

“Everything is ready darling,” Vikram came out from the kitchen. He still had the apron and the chef’s cap on. “You look like a professional, may be you should consider cooking over training?” I laughed.

 

“Yeah right, and let Jai kick me out of the family wealth?”

“No, he won’t do that once I am his wife, it’s just a matter of time honey, just a few more months, and you’ll have your way and I’ll have mine.” I put forward my hand and let the bracelet dance around my wrist.

 

“Hmmm…Nice!”

 

“Now let’s eat I am starving.” I stuffed a big bite of the Biryani in his mouth. “I love you, Vikram,” I whispered in his ears. “Yeah I know I can see that in your eyes.” He poured some wine in my glass.

Indian Female Character That You’d Wish You W

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Imagine the literary world without women characters! It would be so dull and boring, right? Literary geniuses might have woven magic with male characters as their protagonists, but without the support of female characters they would fade away. 

Long before the world wars, when Valmiki wrote the Ramayana, he created, Sita.  Ever since, Sita has been an epitome of courage and strength. Lord Ram is the protagonist, but imagine Ramayana without Sita?

The world changes every time a strong woman character is brought to life in the books, and unfortunately only a handful of such characters have been created.

     Some of the best Indian writers have brought to life female characters that we wish we were like. These characters have inspired women all along to become bolder, stronger and to a great extent more open-minded.

  1. Charulata in Nastanirhby Rabindranath Tagore.

Charulata is an intruging character. She has everything: Money, good looks, a home to call her own, and passion for art. Her dilemma begins when she begins to feel lonely though she is married. Her loneliness and common passion for writing brings her closer to her husband’s cousin brother. In the pursuit for love and companionship she falls for this man.

It’s the end of the story that brings out how strong a woman can really be. The essence of Charulata’s character that was crafted in a different era still holds true. A lonely woman has the right to find companionship, irrespective of the narrow outlook of the society.

  1. Panchali in Palace of Illusions by ChitraBanarjee.

This character instantly takes you back in time.  Panchali’s journey from her father’s house to being a married princess to losing her son in the epic battle; is a tale in itself.  She is a master at masking what is really going on within her mind and heart. Her encounters with Karna and witty chitchats with Krishna, sets an example of a true queen.

Though she is a princess, she does all that a common woman is believed to do. When she marries the Pandavas they are in disguise.  She performs all her duties as a wife and daughter-in-law is expected to do. She cooks, cleans and takes care of her husbands and mother-in-law.  Draupadi aka Panchali’s character is deeply intriguing.

  1. Gayatri Devi from her memoirs in A Princess Remembers by Gayatri Devi and co-authored by Santha Rama Rau.

Though she is not a fictional character, Gayatri Devi, the Maharani of Jaipur, was a real life fashion icon. Her journey from being the pampered princess of Cooch Behar, West Bengal, to being the Rajmata of Jaipur is exhilarating. She had maintained her poise and dignity all through the ups and downs of her life.

She mentions about her first panther hunt, her driving skills, her love for cars and her relationships with her family members, in her book.

Her autobiography takes one back to good old Royal days. Here’s the one-million dollar question: Who wouldn’t want to be a Maharani of Jaipur?

  1. Paro from Devdas by SharathChandanChattopadhyay

From a restless lover girl to being a sensible Thakurain, Paro has an everlasting impression on our minds. Though not educated she has a lot of self-respect. She lets her heart rule over her mind, which is how she celebrates her being.

She changed the way women saw romance by choosing an arranged marriage (with a much older man than her) over her love, for the sake of her dignity and self-respect. 

Indian Female characters have a charm that is unspoken. They can twist and turn lives around them. Bonding with these classical ladies isn’t difficult. As certain ways of society and life shall always remain the same. Neither time nor education can change the purpose of a woman’s existence.

A literary tour lets you soak in these characters for a while and perhaps you can get the feel of their world!