The year 2008 had just started... and after the 31st
night bash, I was finding it severely difficult to muster courage to beat the 1st
January chill of Delhi… and reach office at 9:00 a.m. to do the same stuff of
Business Development that starts with cold calling and ends up with client
refusing to hire your creative agency because the price quoted by the agency
appears too high to the prospective client… Phew… But I had to do it or else my
bloody immediate morose G**du manager would again scream like hell… G**du is
what I used to call him (My hostel friends will rememberJ)…
Saale ki *****
While all this was going-on in my life… a friend
of mine was getting ready for her marriage. Band Baaja Baraat, beautiful bridal
outfit, glittering jewelry, fantastic food, arrangements for welcoming the
Baraat were all going on!
Hey wait… saaloon kaminoon… I know what you are thinking but
lemme just clear the air… I am not talking of any of my love stories or any
lost love… No, it has nothing to do with me. You all know, love is not my cup
of tea… me and love are like 2 opposite poles… always apart… That
soon-to-be-bride is just a dear friend of mine…
Now, allow me to zoom the camera to Bangalore
where my friend Shelly was about to celebrate the biggest and happiest moment
of her life…
Oh yes, I forget to tell you about Shelly…. Born
in a dignified family… she is the youngest child in her family and everyone’s
favourite. Sweet, cheerful, lively and sometimes… mischievous… this is what
Shelly has always been.
Elegantly dressed in a beautiful shimmering outfit,
Shelly was ready to take the 7 vows during 7 pheras. Her parents had left no
stone unturned to make sure that the night is remembered in times to come! They
had hired the best wedding planner in town. The venue was a lavish and an
expensive resort some kilometers from the city. The lighting, decorations and
the mandap were so designed that they could envy even a royal Rajasthani
wedding.
Not that her parents were very rich but they had
put all their life savings, earnings and had also took some bank loan just to
make sure that ‘No One’ returns with a frowning face – When I say ‘No One’ I am referring to the
society which is composed of some relatives, some neighbours, some not-so-close
family friends, whose only job is to criticize. I wonder, why the f*** we care
for such morons.
Finally, the Baraat arrived and Shelly took pheras
in the beautifully designed mandap. Shelly, like any other bride, was extremely
excited about her new life. She had her own dreams, hopes, aspirations and
expectations… She was on top of the world!
As days passed on, life started getting
gloomy for Shelly. It wasn’t as she had expected. A sweet girl who was brought
up like a princess and was never ever exposed to austerity of life, was about
to face the biggest shock of her life. Differences had started cropping up
between the newly wedded couple. It’s not that the in-laws were the issue…
Shelly’s dream life partner had left her shattered. That man had never accepted
her as her wife. He didn’t want to marry Shelly as he was in love with some
other girl. But, he was coward enough to declare this prior to wedding. Now, he
blamed Shelly for getting married to him!
Things went from bad to worse. He refused to accept Shelly as
his wife and showed no respect for her. Life was very difficult for a girl who
had never seen any problem in her life. But… when you have no other choice but
to be strong and fight for your right, you dare to do what is beyond the
conventional pre-defined rules of the game.
Now, Shelly, very unlike her
personality, took and bold and a brave move to get divorced. The moment this
came to the knowledge of people around her, they started whispering, “Zaroor
kuch baat hogi”, “Mujhe to pehle hi lag raha tha warna shaadi me itna kharcha
koi thori hi karta tha” and “Ladki ka koi chakkar hoga”.
I must say, she has the best parent.
They stood by her through these testing times. Although their relatives,
neighbours and not-so-close family friends were always more than desperate to
feed her parents with ill-talks about her but her parents are wise enough to
think of her daughter’s livelihood. They stood by her and made sure she gets
that not-so-manly husband out of her life. Finally in 2009, Shelly was free to live a life of her
own and trust me, she didn’t got this freedom by any luck or chance… she earned
it.
Moving on, Shelly started working in a
software company to focus on her career. But… life had other plans for her. She
was the constant attention of her office colleagues. Few bastards around in
office started talking ill things about Shelly. They thought that since she is
a divorce, so they can say anything they want. But, time had changed Shelly by
now. She was strong enough to tackle such mosquitoes.
No matter what the society said… no matter how hard the people
tried to convince her parent to not to support her… no matter how much filthy
creepy office colleagues tried to put her down… but Shelly had proved everyone
wrong and emerged out winner with flying colors. She faced all the non-sense
that she received from society and had the audacity to give them a reply that
is good enough to silence such so-called ‘society’.
Today, Shelly works in one of the Fortune 500 companies… Shelly
yaar mujhe bhi apni company me job dila de, I am good in Public Relations…
thora bahut content bhi likh leta hoo, please…
Well, Shelly is now an independent, confident and a very
positive girl. She attends parties with friends, makes international
presentations and is doing superb. The marriage and divorce hadn’t shattered
her. Infact, she has come out very bravely and is now someone who stands for
determination, who stands for strength, who stands for liberty and much more… She
is not scared of any challenge. She has proved her point and is ready to take
the world by storm. Great job Shelly!
And yes, those who are thinking that
we have reached the end of the blog and I haven’t said anything about myself… I
have just one thing to say … Chor na yaar… hamara zikr phir kabhi sahi...
Thanks Readers!
Itsamanshathing
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