Monday, June 9, 2008

Colours- Unplugged

They had the most perfect life together. Other couples were in awe of their “made for each other” match. They were the perfect example of the fact that love does not die after marriage if only you give it your 100%. Sneha’s mind rambled as she thought of all those happy moments that Rahul and she had shared. A drop of tear rolled down her cheeks, she held back the rest as little Tanisha burst in the room.

“Where’s daddy mom? I called on his phone… he scolded me!!” Sneha held her as she sobbed. “Don’t worry baby... daddy will return soon” she said, whispering to herself, “how I hope!”

Everything was fit and fine till the day Sneha asked Rahul not to let Tanisha go to an elderly neighbour’s place alone. He lived next door- a man well in to his sixties. Rahul was amazed. He forever had looked up to him with great regards. He would not have Sneha doubting people he respected! He demanded an answer. Sneha fumbled.

“What is it Sneha? You can tell me!! You know I care for Tanisha as much as you do dear…”

“I’m afraid, Rahul, you won’t understand.” She was searching for the thoughts that were playing in Rahul’s mind. She could not find any.

Yet again Rahul asked, a little more severely this time. “Tell me Sneha!!”

“Listen if you have to!” She gushed out everything from within herself- all the pain and frustration she had held in herself for all these years, wondering whether Rahul would be ready to accept what she had to say. The last thing she wanted was a broken love marriage!

“I loved chocolates …” she started. “One evening, the uncle next door told me he has chocolates for me. My parents respected him a lot and let me go. I still wonder why!!” She paused. Rahul was waiting… amazed.

Sneha was a victim of child abuse… and this was the first time Rahul got to know of that!

“No Rahul… I don’t want to take any chance… I don’t want my daughter to carry this burden of guilt that never was hers… I don’t want her to suffer!!!”

Rahul rushed out of home. He didn’t return for the next four days. He didn’t take calls. In fact Tanisha’s was the first call he had taken in the last four days. As Sneha sat crying, Tanisha woke up and searched for daddy. The paradise seemed to have vanished from these three lives. Neither Sneha nor Rahul wanted to discuss their personal lives with any third person… Rahul drowned himself in alcohol, Sneha in grief and tears.

The bell rang. Tanisha was expecting Rahul every time there was a knock on the door. This time she said “No mom, this isn’t daddy, I won’t open the door”. There was a knock again and then the latch turned.

It was Rahul. “I’m angry with you Sneha! Not because you were molested as a child… but because you thought I’d leave you for this. This is how much you trust me!! Is this what my love is worth?”

Sneha fell on his chest and cried… “Every girl isn’t as lucky as me. Everyone is not Rahul!! Not everyone would understand that the fault wasn’t mine…” Her voice choked…

Little Tanisha didn’t understand much of it. She simply and solemnly asked, “Why is mom crying dad? Is it because the doll is for me and not her?” Rahul and Sneha hugged her, “Yes our little doll…”

A Torn Page

… saw the blotches of emotions overwhelmed within me. The starry night- he loved to paint. I remembered Van Gough. The emotions traveled low and behold, whispering strange tales in my ears. A dog barked somewhere. From the balcony, I climbed down the stairs in to the field. I walked through the paddy field into a clearing by the lake. The moonlight bathed my soul. The dog still barked. Some insects chirped. As I waited, the scarecrow suddenly seemed to walk- it was an illusion of my derailed mind… Suddenly the cool breeze stopped. I was thirsty. The well beckoned me with all it had. I have been here half of my life and I did not know the eerie nights out in the moonlight. Shilpa had never told me all this. She had just had given me cell number. 09642899063. I unlocked my cell and checked the tower. I dialed the number, the phone rang on the…

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Evolution... the dependent way

Adam and Eve had 2 sons. Now don't ask me their holy names again.. they are not so important that i of all people should remember them!! Nah, if you are wondering this is a story about Christian morality, you are very sadly mistaken... i never find morals in it.. but then that's another story!!

So Adam and Eve had 2 sons. I was discussing this with a friend and the obvious question arose. Then how did it continue? How did they have kids? Well... we are not perverted... we don't talk of incest of "moulla FUKir"-s. We were science students!! So, here was my friend explaining evolution.. (who the hell cared for Darwin by the way?) Adam and Eve's sons found themselves lady monkies and married (since we are kids we don't go in to details!! ;) and thus came our favourite monkey... Andrew Symonds!!

Is that racially offensive? Well we just said what they wanted to hear... black moneys or white monkeys.. Mr. Symonds, we respect you... you have indeed stuck to your roots... i perfectly understand that since you lost your tail, branches are no longer a good place for you!!! :P

So, isn't that simple enough? Evolution simplified... and if you call me a racist... ummm well i hate most of the whites, so am definitely a racist... but i respect all of them, how they stick to their "roots"!!

P.S. Since i started this with Adam and Eve... i'll come back to Christianity on some other blog.. till then learn how to escape perversion!! :D :P