FORBIDDEN LOVE STORY - Part-1

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Part-1

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Before beginning the story, it is hereby brought into consideration that this story is a real life experience of a friend of mine. But for the sake of concealing the identity, story is manipulated a bit; names and places of course are changed. To make it worth readable (as I think so, it may be my illusion) few modifications in conversations and situations are made deliberately.

Now, let me expedite the story to avoid losing some potential readers and future-blog-followers. For the sake of simplicity as well as fluent narration I deliberately represent the male protagonist as the narrator of this story. Story seems bit accentuating if narrated by the 1^st person itself. Isn’t it?

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I, Sachin, 21, single, male, sexually-straight, is an average looking person with a 5’8” frame. I had did my diploma in Electrical Engineering from TCT Polytechnic, a prestigious polytechnic college in Uttar Pradesh established some 25 years ago by govt. of UP to meet the excessive demand of Junior Engineers in developing India. As being an avid student, I did complete my diploma not only with a brag-able mark-sheet, but also with some theoretical knowledge (which most of the engineers devoid today). Though I hate boasting about my academic achievements but at the same time it is equally inevitable to cloak the associated proud feeling embedded within it. It’s always inevitable to mention my academic record without that “concerned” pride.

I was eventually selected in NTPC, reputed PSU branch in Haryana. I was trainee and soon to be promoted as junior engineer. In two month to be precise. This PSU plant, being situated in rural area far away from population they provided us flats in a self settled colony. It was a colony consist of around 70 flats which was shared commonly by trainees as well as by senior engineers. The number of rooms and interior arrangements though defines their ranks and make us feel “I m still a trainee”. But just for two more months, I thought.

There also lives senior engineer Mr. Akhilesh Singh. Although, he was not any special species but the only thing which accentuated him is being the father of this beautiful girl, his daughter Kritika. Kritika, 23, was a beautiful and efficient creation of god production industry. I guess even god too had took it few extra hours on her finishing operation. She was in M.Sc. 2^nd year. Eventually our eyes met and not to mention, I had developed a crush on her. Though I adored her beauty and wanted her to make mine like anything but never attempted to approach her for the obvious reasons. She too was not oblivious of my feeling for her which oozed out every nano-second I saw her. She too had a thing for me, I thought or maybe I was just misjudging her looks.

One fine day I received the call from an unknown number. 

“Hello” I said in interrogatively as if trying to ask who on other side is being generous enough to call on my number.

 “Is that Sachin?” a melodious female voice echoed in my ear.

“Yes! Who’s it?” I asked.

“This is Kritika” she said Cooley.

 “Fine thank you” I replied formally. “I m sorry but do I know u?”

“Awwweee!!! We live in same colony and u don’t even know me yet.” She said in her female friendly dramatic voice as if we knew each other since ages.

My mind immediately sprang into action.

“It must be Kritika, my neighborhood crush” I thought. Who else in my female-deficient colony has this euphonious voice? 

It must be Kritika, I declared mentally to myself.

“Kritika?” I asked deliberately to confirm.

“Who else could call you from this colony? Also I m the only ‘The Kritika’ of this area” She chuckled.

And she was right. Who else could call me from this colony, except Mr. Ranjan, our asshole supervisor, and some other not-so-important colleagues. 

And this was just the beginning. What followed next is loads of phone calls, SMSes, texting, sexting and every possible thing one could imagine to be done over phone. Our relationship was ripening and I of course wanted to extract the fruit from it. But she always knocked down the idea of real date giving some strange hard-to-believe reasons. She also insisted not to add her on facebook for the reasons of same “genre”. Though she never failed to reply my e-mails and this had become the 2^nd most preferred mode of communication we share to communicate. She told me, she had no boyfriend, even though she was in M. Sc. 2nd year. I had to believe. Do I have any other options otherwise? Certainly not, unless I’d risk my just-can’t-get-enough-till-now kind of relationship.

Three months of relationship and no real date. This was something I had never imagined to be ever happening with me. Even when she saw around her house, she couldn’t even bothers to look into my eyes, let alone waving hand or wishing good day. “What kind of love is this?” I thought.  Now since I was promoted as junior engineer at same plant, I could pay worry-lessly for my ever increasing phone bills. I pleaded her to meet me once. What’s the point being in love mutually when there is no space of meeting (read it dating) each other. But It was my love story. Isn’t it enough reason to be weird? Anyway…….

Although, on my chivious demand, she had no way but to accept it. She reluctantly agreed for a date. We anyhow, decided to meet at most beautiful location our small town had.  Despite of being oblivious about latest fashion trend, I chose myself a better pair of dress for this tough-to-earned date. Three f**king months. And my irrevocable waiting paid me off. She came some 40 minutes late from the pre-decided  time, which she had fixed by herself. I should have remark her being late but I was in no position to muff. Do I? Certainly not unless I’d risk my still-not-anything relationship.

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To be continued in subsequent series..........

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SATYAMEV JAYATE - A deliberate attempt to wake up obstinates.

If you think, this is another review of Satyamev Jayate, a TV serial by Amir Khan (like internet is full of so many versions of its review today), please stop reading this right here, right now. If you had already drawn a mental pictures, a presumption of this post, please close this webpage and get a life yourself. This particular post is not for you, i guess. Also, this is neither confined about the content of Satyamev Jayate nor about its impact as a whole. This is about the viewer's perceptiom for this Unambiguous Show.

First of all, let me make you understand one thing very clearly that despite of being a (almost) die-hard fan of Amir Khan, I am not going to focus on his "brighter-side-only" image. Though I couldn't help in avoiding his involvement either. Also, I had missed more number of episodes of SJ than that of which I had watched. (Alas! you might be doubting my elibility for writing this post. Right? If is it so, you can leave reading it at this point either. Choice is your's, totally.)

Anyways... however, If you still reading this, it might be for you.

Sunday morning is usually considered as the time when one likes to spend his "free" time with his family, his kids, his parents, gossiping, laughing light-heartedly over snacks and coffee or brunch.

But what the hell!

Amir had brought his first-ever TV serial at this time (Shit! Intrusion of Idiot Box in life, I am telling you). That TV serial, too have no entertainment value. Instead, it is full of grimmifying subject, hardcore emotional content. Heck! Why on earth you need to watch this?

But wait!!! This serial is hosting by Amir Khan, the perfectionist whom you always adored either openly or secretly, no? Isn't it is enough reason to watch it? May be. Or may be not. Lets not talk about it now, as this may lies beyond the umbrella of our discussion... err... post. Usually, at this time of sunday morning, to attract viewers, one needs a huge fan/followers background, a well-known-well-estabalished iconic celebrity status and an unique and innovative power to accentuate the content upto viewers level of perception. Amir had all three of them.

So things got messed up for you. Stiffer than any other counterpart. Isn't it? You, now have to decide whether to spend your "free" time with your family (The "free" time which you had earned after working like a bot for 6 days-a-week on Boss's order.) or to spend it watching a hard core"rona-dhona" over TV. Watching it with family too is a bit panicking stuff. Tough to decide. Ain't it?

But again, you might be thinking that if it would be anyother celebrity, you could probably have missed it. But OMG! Its Amir Khan. How could you afford to "miss" him? Though Amir is not any first "crusader" to accentuate these mootable social issues about which we always obstinated for the sake of our fake "hypocritical intelligence". Also Amir Khan is getting paid with a huge amount of money to host this show, which deliberately makes you panic week by week by its subjective grim. But hello! Isn't its his deliberate motive. Certainly yes.

Moreover, apparently no other actor is as consious about these "social causes" as he is. Not even other "Superstars" of the bollywood. It needs gut to present this type of shows on TV at this time slot. The gut to risk the brand value of the channel that broadcasting it as well as the anchor that hosting it. The gut to invest one's own time and legacy in a show which doesn't belongs to entertainment genre- most demanding genre of this era- at all. The gut to risk the submission at a period of time when almost every counterpart of him is busy in hosting  either some game show or any talent hunt shows, which is relatively full of action/drama/comedy/entertainment. Tough to survive. no? But undoubtedly, Amir had this gut feeling sufficiently. Also, he is a professional, not any official non-profit organisation. Doesn;'t he deserve that money?

But this is not the question. The question is, whether this show is worth watching? Whether it is getting the impact that they hoped for it, prior to the launch of this show, or not? Does it bring a deliberate change in society? And so on. Lots of questions, and ironically thousands of mootable answers for every question. But that again not the point of concern of this post.

Also, considerable to learn, Critics are constantly trying to drag its viability to mooting level by saying Amir doen't offer solution of the questions he arises in SJ.

But hey! He is no CHETAN BHAGAT, nor is he NIRMAL BABA. Its not his job to answer at all. His jo is to "do his job". Thats it. Thats what he is being paid for. Its us , the people who have to find the solution. And most importantly, how to implement those "solutions". In a way or two, AK is just a guide who is getting paid for telling us the direction. But how come we expect him to cover that journey of ours?

But again, we are missing a point here., This post is about waking up obstinates no. On that note, we are as stubborn as a child crying for a toy. Fair chances are, that child doesn't stop crying if he gets anything other than that particular "toy". We are like that child. Or may be sort of same. Isn't it what happened with Indian Doctor's Association after a relevant episode on their "wrong-doings".

I should've congratulate Amir Khan to make us feel guilty about ourself, atleast for an hour in a week. I hope this will change the face of India satisactorily. The least unsung, most uglier face. But most of all these above, the question arise here is " Why we always need a celebrity to accentuae our social issues?" Can't we just figure it out by ourselve? Do we always need a catalyst to activate us? Can't we just become self-energised, self-caltalysed, and self-motivated?

I personally have no exact explainable answer of these questions.

Anyways. thank you Amir Khan for touching our soul this perfectly. We felt the problems as same as the way you felt. Or may be we are just faking it.

What-so-ever.

Kudos to you Amir.