Murti: A story of a statue

upensansar — Fri, 07 Aug 2009 11:30:36 +0000

“Will you marry me?”, I asked her.
“Ha ha….. Nice joke but better if you don’t joke in these serious affairs.”, She answered me.
But god knows I was very serious when my mouth uttered those words. It was a trip to Darjeeling from college and we were boarded in a same bus and that too in a same seat. Prapti, my friend, caretaker and my love whom I know from past 10 years was next to me. We were classmates. Just don’t know till last year I never noticed her. She was not on my mind. She was just a simple figure for me and nothing more. We had shared a lot of time together but still I never experienced such feelings and I don’t know how all these feelings aroused in my mind. ‘I cant answer you’. She answered with thin line of worries. Why? Counter attack from me. Because I don’t have the answer. I have never done anything without the consent of my family and I don’t know whether my family approves our relation or not. So I just can’t say anything. She replied. I knew she loved me. I knew her feelings for me are deeper than mine but still the answer she gave was a shock for me.
We share the same common background. The ups and downs of my life are same to her. The pathos and the dark clouds of suffering hovering around us are all the same. Only thing we differ is colour. Yes, she lacks colour in her life. In spite of all the problems I manage to laugh and joke. May be I want to hide all of my problems within the thin false smile but anyway I was talking about my love to her. I, a kind of purposed her and she a kind of rejected. That was it in the tour. The tour was over. Everybody returned back to college collecting a wide knowledge and experience and for me the tour was even more memorable. Especially the Narayanghat Mugling road as I expressed my love for her on that way.
I remember, it was soon we returned back from tour, in one fine day she called me and asked ‘Can you come to my home please?’ , a mild voice with sob tone . It was a sunny Saturday and I was hanging with my friends. ‘Sorry, I am with my friends and I don’t see any point on being there when we have cleared up all the misunderstandings. A sweet misunderstand of mine and a bitter truth from your side.’ I, trying to be rude and angry, answered. ‘Please I want to talk to you’. Saying this she hanged the phone. She knew my biggest weakness and she had hit on the same spot. Yes, she knew I can’t see tears in her eyes and she had hanged up the phone with a loud cry.
Few hours later I was on the balcony of her home. She crying and me just in a dilemma that what to do next. I had no idea about the cause of those big drops of tear rolling down her beautiful cheeks. What happened will you please answer me? Was the only question I could ask her and she was just continuously crying without a word. If you want to marry me you have to take permission of my parents and should marry me within this month’ She spoke all at a once. Huh………. I gazed at her. Though I love her but I was not in the mood of marrying so soon. Studies, career, family there were a lot of things to think about. But her question was sudden and her teary eyes were asking the reply. I am ready to marry you but not so early. We are just on +2 level and we really have a long march before our master degree at least. So I just need time for marrying. But I promise I love you and I am going to marry you. I said. Talk to my mother. If she agrees I am ready to be your girlfriend and if she did not I am ready to be your wife. There are only two options if you really love me.
Talking to mother………………. I was just worried. From where to start the talk. What should be said? And a lot of pathetic scenes of lovers when family reveals the love story were hovering in my mind and here I was myself jumping in a hot oven.
Ah I am fine. I can talk to her mother . What is the problem in talking? I talked myself.
Mom, uhhhhhhhhhh………………..
Yes what you want to tell Drishya.
Mom I just wanted to say……………
Ya come on say…………
Mom………
Ya cmon’ say. Feel free n say.
Actually don’t take it negatively. But Prapti and me we both share same feelings within us. If you allow us we want to live our life together. But if you don’t want itz okz. We are okay as friends. I spoke with throbbing heart.
Hey you kids. I never saw u more than frens and what had happened to you ha? When did you take the decision?
Umnnn…. How could I explain all the silent wars and romantic moments? We remained silent.
Look ! I have always valued you as her true friend and I don’t have any problem if you change yourself into my son in law. Actually you know, her brothers are small so I expect you to be my eldest son. Moreover, have you talked with your family? She asked
Yes ! I nearly sprang up in joy. No, actually my mom will accept her very easily and eagerly. She always used to dream for a daughter in law like her. I just said this in a breathe. I was dancing in air. Heyyyy she accepted. Haha. I was just so happy that I wanted to kiss her right then but mama was there n I just controlled it.
But how can you give the decision without discussing with us? Yelled her younger sister. She is rejecting all valued offers of marriage and how can she marry Drishya who even don have a home to keep my sister, is junior in studies and who had already broken up with one girlfriend. But how could I explain her that before meeting a perfect person you come across with many people and relationship. Life and love is not measured by the days you live but by the moments you cherish. How can you compare love of a person in a monitory value? Is the love different according to class and caste, group and ethnicity?
So, what more? We had permission from her family and love for each other. Her younger sister is not happy with our relation. She tries to materialize our love. But how can I measure it in monetary value? We love each other and we have dream for our future and that dream of better future is a big assets for me.. Now she is doing her master degree and I am doing my bachelor degree. And you won’t believe now she laughs. Yes she laughs with whole heart. Though sometime she forgets and I have to inspire her again but still it feels very good to see her smiling and sharing all the mist of her heart. It is so good to see the ray of contentment on her face and I value it the most. Now I feel the positive energy in my body. When I am down, the energy of her love makes me energetic and adds vigor in my body. May we all blessed with love may we all be loved so much.

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upensansar — Fri, 07 Aug 2009 06:42:09 +0000

Well just trying to surf the blog..
thanx to meera without whose help this blog would not be in this form.

wil b coming soon with much more stuff
Take care evrybody
n keep on visiting upendra’s sansar.

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