I
“We all told you again and again to forget about Kankana and propose her but you were smitten by Kankana, to you she was the ultimate stunner. A woman dreamt about by every one. You were so blind that you could not see that she was not dreamt about; she was lusted after by men, that too because of her coquettishness. Now, when she has ditched you, you want to go back to Ratri.”
“We told you again and again that she was not the type to be content with one man.”
“When we told you that she will marry a clumsy man like you either for your wallet or for social security you thought we were jealous of her. She is so gorgeous that your own mother and sister is jealous of her and wants you to marry a dull creature.”
You went ahead on your own, made your separate accommodation because mom refused to allow her in home.”
“Before you could realize what she is you became father. She stayed at home only when her physical condition did not allow her to go out.”
“Within two years of marriage she resumed her old life style, leaving Paula with ayah.”
“Initially you accompanied her to her parties and get-togethers, but soon you got tired of late night parties every alternate day. You started to make excuses for not going and gallantly gave her freedom to enjoy herself.”
“Never even thinking that if she loved you two she would have spent nights or evenings at home with you two, not in some discotheque or hotel.”
“Now when her real colours are showing out you want to divorce her and marry Ratri.”
“You invited your own destruction, even though you were warned again and again by everyone, your friends, family and well wishers.”
“Why do you think that people think again and again before marrying? Any way, I can only understand one thing, that is, you are a horribly bad judge of human beings.”
“Ratri, as far as I know is in love with someone. She has showed me her photo too. He is not yet ready to settle down, the love is one sided again. I hope that it works out for her this time.”
II
“There is the problem.” Akash said.
“The person she thinks she is in love with is married. It’s all Kankana’s game. She used a man’s photo and help of one of her boyfriends to spy on Ratri and keep her away from me. She knew that Ratri loved me a lot and may not mind marrying me if I divorce Kankana.”
“I have checked her cell-phone messages.”
“The photograph she used was of her married cousins, she fooled him into believing that Ratri is having an affair with me. He met her, the game was blown, and he gave her a piece of mind then left for Australia, where he lives. He does not even have a clue of what is going on here.”
“Kankana usually exchanges smses with Ratri, and when she calls she gives the phone to her boyfriend who is also her colleague. She has convinced this idiot too that Ratri is having an affair with me and she wants his help to catch her red handed.”
“I believe men are really idiots when it comes to judging us women.” Chandra said ruefully.
“We can so easily make a dumb fool of you men, have been doing it for centuries, yet you keep on repeating yourselves.”
“You leave decent girls and hound women who will use and throw you away. Then you complain and whine. Sometimes they are too smart but mostly they are too coquettish. You are not outwitted by them; you are simply seduced by them.”
“And when you get a decent woman in your life you get bored by her simplicity.”
“Whereas look at us women. We always settle down with decent men. Not only that, the greatest flirts always hand-pick the most virtuous men, trap them, marry them and then ruin them.”
“I think you men should sometimes apply your brains, or marry late, really late when no one will be able to seduce you into a marriage.”
“I really pity you, no sympathy though. Because you were warned one too many times.”
“But after knowing the whole story you have my moral supports. If you want to divorce Kankana you can. But will Ratri marry you? I have doubts.”
“Any way, whatever you do, you should do after thinking thoroughly. And if you approach Ratri, then do it with decency. First divorce Kankana and then propose her. As for Kankana, I think you will be better off without her in your life.”
III
“Sometimes we make mistake, we pick up the worst specimens in this world as spouses but that does not means we have to drag them along for the rest of our life.”
“People like us marry for a lifetime but that does not means we will let others take advantage of that mindset. You should act a little dignifiedly and gather evidences of her way of life sue her and divorce her.”
“If she tricks the judge into believing that she will mend her ways… well, you know, the judge will ask you to forgive and accept her for the sake of Paula.”
“But if you gather evidences of what she has been doing with Ratri that may give the judge a clearer insight of her nature.”
“With her true nature exposed it may get easier for you to divorce her. Because you never had any thing to do with Ratri. Nothing at all. Even then, you know how seriously marriage is treated in India and with a child….”
“But you can do one thing, stop acting as her bank. Stop giving her money to indulge in her promiscuous activities.”
“You know big brother, sometimes we ignore truth shoved on our faces. You ignored one too many of them and unfortunately you realized truth after marriage. Your case somehow reminds me about Of Human Bondage by Maugham; there the hero was saved because Mildred did not want to marry him. Had a bit of conscience I guess the thing which Kankana lacked.”
“I don’t know how you will come out of this mess, but if you do and marry Ratri or some other decent girl I will be really happy.”
“When we are in love, we should go by our heart and soul but we should not be deaf to the suggestions of others.”
“When we are taking the most important decision of our life, we should always assess all the aspects. The opinions of others, the facts, every thing. Or else we will end up bitter and remorseful.”
“Finally it should be our own decision but that should not be a blind decision, instead of that, it should be a well thought decision.”
“A decision taken in very clear light and with the strength of taking the consequences thereof.”
“This is very, very bitter in your case!”
IV
“I think you should take a second attempt of living like a human being. You are yet to cross your forties and your future seems bleak.”
“Just think, what if she does not changes? What will happen to Paula when she grows up a little more?”
“Shake away your timidity and confront her, talk with her and tell her what you want from your wife.”
“Timidity won’t work with her.”
“A woman who can deliberately trap a man to marry him will chew him alive if she sniffs the least timidity.”
“Treat her like you will treat a wild cat.”
“Cats know only one thing, their own pleasure and comfort. They won’t mind deserting their own kittens if they are too much for them.”
“They wont mind stealing, killing or clawing the rightful owner of their food.”
“So handle her with an iron glove.”
“Best of luck is all I can say to you.”
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Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Fake pearls
I
“Do you really think you will be able to do it? Take her place?”
“Give me some time, I will try and win.” She said with confidence.
“Okay. Then lets start trying.” Her mother in law said. She was a rich woman, very rich and was habituated of having her ways. Her only son fell in love with a poor girl.
She had other plans. She wanted him to get married to her friend’s daughter, after an exchange of a hefty sum of dowry.
She chalked her plan. Hired some goons to scare the family of the girl off the marriage and got her son married to the girl of her choice.
These two girls were as different as day and light. That was perfectly fine for Mrs. Majumdar but not for her son. He simply rejected her as soulmate but fulfilled his duties as husband.
Shyama complained to her mother and mother in law. It was not acceptable to any young woman that her husband will reject her as soulmate.
A weird idea popped out of the twisted mind of the woman.
She contacted her goons again, they contacted the girl’s family,”We have a request for you. You can keep it or leave it, it’s up to you.”
“Our client’s son is refusing to accept his wife as soulmate because of your daughter.”
“She gave us an assignment to kill her but we will not do that, we will give you a fair deal. We will give you an address, you have to keep your daughter there, and we will tell you for how long. Our client’s daughter in law will try to learn her ways. To become like her, as much possible.”
“We guarantee her safety if you listen to us, nothing if you don’t.”
II
Her parents have knocked every police station when she was threatened first time but they received only two things, by name lecture and sniggering.
The reputation and life of their daughter was intimately involved so they surrendered their weapons and let them had their way. The girl was sent to that house with her older brother.
Then the woman started her real game. She on one hand made the life of the girl insufferable, praying deep in her heart that she will commit suicide on the other hand her daughter in law tried to mimic her as much as she could.
Watching her through her window, using a binocular, and placing a small listening device in her room, listening to every thing that was uttered in that room.
One year passed, two years passed. Slowly the girl’s family started to lose their cool.
Whenever they asked about getting their daughter back, all they heard was “wait.”
Finally it got on their nerves and they contacted the man whose love’s price she was paying. He promised stealth and soon accidentally entered the room when his wife was snooping, he saw and heard both.
“Shyama, I can forgive you because you are from an unsophisticated, rustic background, so you don’t even realize how disgusting it is to snoop on a person. Not only that, it is illegal too.”
“What will I do with my own mother? She can’t give your excuses.”
“Listen, you will never be my soul-mate, you just don’t have those materials in you. If you are not happy with being my wife you can walk out any day.”
“I have collected enough proof of your and mother’s deeds, if she is not released from that house immediately I will send you both to jail.”
“If any thing accidental ever happens to her, you both will meet me in Court.”
“If you apologize to her and me I will take you with me to my new home. But you will have to snap all ties with your and rest of my family forever.”
He walked out of the room.
to be continued.........
“Do you really think you will be able to do it? Take her place?”
“Give me some time, I will try and win.” She said with confidence.
“Okay. Then lets start trying.” Her mother in law said. She was a rich woman, very rich and was habituated of having her ways. Her only son fell in love with a poor girl.
She had other plans. She wanted him to get married to her friend’s daughter, after an exchange of a hefty sum of dowry.
She chalked her plan. Hired some goons to scare the family of the girl off the marriage and got her son married to the girl of her choice.
These two girls were as different as day and light. That was perfectly fine for Mrs. Majumdar but not for her son. He simply rejected her as soulmate but fulfilled his duties as husband.
Shyama complained to her mother and mother in law. It was not acceptable to any young woman that her husband will reject her as soulmate.
A weird idea popped out of the twisted mind of the woman.
She contacted her goons again, they contacted the girl’s family,”We have a request for you. You can keep it or leave it, it’s up to you.”
“Our client’s son is refusing to accept his wife as soulmate because of your daughter.”
“She gave us an assignment to kill her but we will not do that, we will give you a fair deal. We will give you an address, you have to keep your daughter there, and we will tell you for how long. Our client’s daughter in law will try to learn her ways. To become like her, as much possible.”
“We guarantee her safety if you listen to us, nothing if you don’t.”
II
Her parents have knocked every police station when she was threatened first time but they received only two things, by name lecture and sniggering.
The reputation and life of their daughter was intimately involved so they surrendered their weapons and let them had their way. The girl was sent to that house with her older brother.
Then the woman started her real game. She on one hand made the life of the girl insufferable, praying deep in her heart that she will commit suicide on the other hand her daughter in law tried to mimic her as much as she could.
Watching her through her window, using a binocular, and placing a small listening device in her room, listening to every thing that was uttered in that room.
One year passed, two years passed. Slowly the girl’s family started to lose their cool.
Whenever they asked about getting their daughter back, all they heard was “wait.”
Finally it got on their nerves and they contacted the man whose love’s price she was paying. He promised stealth and soon accidentally entered the room when his wife was snooping, he saw and heard both.
“Shyama, I can forgive you because you are from an unsophisticated, rustic background, so you don’t even realize how disgusting it is to snoop on a person. Not only that, it is illegal too.”
“What will I do with my own mother? She can’t give your excuses.”
“Listen, you will never be my soul-mate, you just don’t have those materials in you. If you are not happy with being my wife you can walk out any day.”
“I have collected enough proof of your and mother’s deeds, if she is not released from that house immediately I will send you both to jail.”
“If any thing accidental ever happens to her, you both will meet me in Court.”
“If you apologize to her and me I will take you with me to my new home. But you will have to snap all ties with your and rest of my family forever.”
He walked out of the room.
to be continued.........
Monday, January 18, 2010
Nightmare in suburbia
He was an ex police officer. Still had extremely good connection with cops and local powerful people.
He used his years in police to collect heads. They were his boys and girls. Who have fallen in his vicious clutches due to no fault of theirs. The social pariahs, who have committed the social sin of loving someone of same gender and that too with proof. Proof collected carefully by the monster. So he could use them like puppets. The best type of puppets, who have no where to run.
Story 1:
Tamanna was scared; her soft beautiful face was flushed.
Sohail gently held her hand. “Don’t be scared jaanu. We will reach Kolkata and hide in my parent’s home.”
His parents showed him the door. Good that Tamanna did not have to face that insult. She was waiting in the taxi to be escorted by her mother in law. But Sohail came back sad and distraught.
He rented a small flat. A week passed away like dream. They decorated every inch of that flat.
“Jaan, I don’t know how to tell this to you, but would you mind joining my office? The expenses are too high for me to meet alone. I never thought my parents will shut their door on me.” Sohail asked her timidly.
“Why not? It’s my duty to help you. Is not it? She smiled sweetly.
“My boss is looking for a secretary. He will pay ten thousand to the girl. I believe that will be a great help for us.”
“Let’s see him tomorrow and see if he appoints me.”
He did. He was a very generous man. He helped them in getting a better flat, even arranged for a loan. Quite a hefty amount of loan which he arranged to deduct from their salary.
It was well past midnight. Sohail has left to deposit the money in bank, so they could buy things later.
Tamanna was pacing in the balcony, worried to death. Slowly night turned into dawn but Sohail did not showed up.
She contacted her neighbours, who contacted the police and searched the hospitals but he was nowhere.
She could not contact her family; there was no one there but her step mother and sisters. Sohail has saved her from their clutches. She has been serving them as slave since her father passed away fifteen years ago.
There was no question of contacting them. Then she thought about Mr. Sisodia, Sohail’s boss.
“Pack your things and come here. Stay with us and we will try to locate Sohail.” Mr. Sisodia said, “My car will pick you up in half an hour.”
His car came with his manager. He paid the flat’s rent and cleared the dues.
He took her to Mr. Sisodia’s bungalow. It was situated in outskirts of Kolkata.
She felt uneasy when she noticed that there was no woman visible. No sign of any family was there.
“My family lives in Ballygunge Place. I have made arrangements of your staying here.”
“You can stay and work from here if you want, that will not be required though, till you clear my dues. The loan which you took from me. All the papers were signed by you and it amounts to five lakh.”
All of a sudden he transformed into a wolf right in front of her eyes.
Years later when Tamanna looked back at that day, the darkest day of her life she realized, a smart girl would have become suspicious when Mr. Jain cleared the dues in such a hurry.
Story 2:
“Mom, dad I am leaving for that trip I told you. Do I have a budget for expenditure?” Jeevesh asked.
“Jeev, I can earn thousands time more in a day than you can spend in a month.” His father retorted, “Now go and enjoy yourself boy, don’t forget that you are the only son of a millionaire.”
“I will be back after twenty days. Will be calling you in between.” He waved at them and sped away in his car.
His car crossed the borders of Kolkata and headed for a small village. He was planning a big surprise for his parents. He was about to come back with a bride.
He met her on orkut. She is a beauty queen. Studies in Kolkata. She belongs to a hand to mouth family. But that does not matter to him. And he hopes his parents will too accept Lata. He has arranged his own marriage, though with the help of his in-laws. He has financed for every thing. Tonight is his wedding night.
His car entered the dusty road of the village. After a few turns he reached Lata’s house.
The house was deserted. It did not appear that there was any body in that house. He searched every room but they were locked.
He tried to knock the door of the next hut but it too was deserted. He walked a little bit and located another hut. A woman came out after hearing him. “Nobody lives in that hut.” She answered.
“I know babu, the hut on the bank of the pond. No one lives there.” She repeated impatiently.
She even accompanied him to confirm her words.
“This hut is empty for years. I will go now. I have to cook.” She left him bewildered.
“You want to say that you handed over Lakhs of rupees to strangers?” the Police Officer simply gawked at him.
“Do you have any photo of the girl?” he asked. Still looking at him with a deep amusement.
“No.” he gulped. “We have met just two months ago and we thought there was no need of keeping a photo before we were going to marry.” Jeevesh said.
The Police Officer felt pity at the embarrassed boy sitting on the chair. Sweating profusely. He was hardly as old as his own son.
“Do you think you will be able to drive back home on your own?” he asked. “Don’t hope for any thing at all but I will try.”
“Go home now young man.” He said kindly.
Sohail and Lata were sitting in front of Mr. Sisodia. Collecting the details of their next assignment. Hoping in their heart that soon Mr. Sisodia will release them after making enough amount of money out of them.
Their liberty was completely dependent on Mr. Sisodia’s mercy. A flicker of disobedience from their end or annoyance from his end will result in their living death.
He used his years in police to collect heads. They were his boys and girls. Who have fallen in his vicious clutches due to no fault of theirs. The social pariahs, who have committed the social sin of loving someone of same gender and that too with proof. Proof collected carefully by the monster. So he could use them like puppets. The best type of puppets, who have no where to run.
Story 1:
Tamanna was scared; her soft beautiful face was flushed.
Sohail gently held her hand. “Don’t be scared jaanu. We will reach Kolkata and hide in my parent’s home.”
His parents showed him the door. Good that Tamanna did not have to face that insult. She was waiting in the taxi to be escorted by her mother in law. But Sohail came back sad and distraught.
He rented a small flat. A week passed away like dream. They decorated every inch of that flat.
“Jaan, I don’t know how to tell this to you, but would you mind joining my office? The expenses are too high for me to meet alone. I never thought my parents will shut their door on me.” Sohail asked her timidly.
“Why not? It’s my duty to help you. Is not it? She smiled sweetly.
“My boss is looking for a secretary. He will pay ten thousand to the girl. I believe that will be a great help for us.”
“Let’s see him tomorrow and see if he appoints me.”
He did. He was a very generous man. He helped them in getting a better flat, even arranged for a loan. Quite a hefty amount of loan which he arranged to deduct from their salary.
It was well past midnight. Sohail has left to deposit the money in bank, so they could buy things later.
Tamanna was pacing in the balcony, worried to death. Slowly night turned into dawn but Sohail did not showed up.
She contacted her neighbours, who contacted the police and searched the hospitals but he was nowhere.
She could not contact her family; there was no one there but her step mother and sisters. Sohail has saved her from their clutches. She has been serving them as slave since her father passed away fifteen years ago.
There was no question of contacting them. Then she thought about Mr. Sisodia, Sohail’s boss.
“Pack your things and come here. Stay with us and we will try to locate Sohail.” Mr. Sisodia said, “My car will pick you up in half an hour.”
His car came with his manager. He paid the flat’s rent and cleared the dues.
He took her to Mr. Sisodia’s bungalow. It was situated in outskirts of Kolkata.
She felt uneasy when she noticed that there was no woman visible. No sign of any family was there.
“My family lives in Ballygunge Place. I have made arrangements of your staying here.”
“You can stay and work from here if you want, that will not be required though, till you clear my dues. The loan which you took from me. All the papers were signed by you and it amounts to five lakh.”
All of a sudden he transformed into a wolf right in front of her eyes.
Years later when Tamanna looked back at that day, the darkest day of her life she realized, a smart girl would have become suspicious when Mr. Jain cleared the dues in such a hurry.
Story 2:
“Mom, dad I am leaving for that trip I told you. Do I have a budget for expenditure?” Jeevesh asked.
“Jeev, I can earn thousands time more in a day than you can spend in a month.” His father retorted, “Now go and enjoy yourself boy, don’t forget that you are the only son of a millionaire.”
“I will be back after twenty days. Will be calling you in between.” He waved at them and sped away in his car.
His car crossed the borders of Kolkata and headed for a small village. He was planning a big surprise for his parents. He was about to come back with a bride.
He met her on orkut. She is a beauty queen. Studies in Kolkata. She belongs to a hand to mouth family. But that does not matter to him. And he hopes his parents will too accept Lata. He has arranged his own marriage, though with the help of his in-laws. He has financed for every thing. Tonight is his wedding night.
His car entered the dusty road of the village. After a few turns he reached Lata’s house.
The house was deserted. It did not appear that there was any body in that house. He searched every room but they were locked.
He tried to knock the door of the next hut but it too was deserted. He walked a little bit and located another hut. A woman came out after hearing him. “Nobody lives in that hut.” She answered.
“I know babu, the hut on the bank of the pond. No one lives there.” She repeated impatiently.
She even accompanied him to confirm her words.
“This hut is empty for years. I will go now. I have to cook.” She left him bewildered.
“You want to say that you handed over Lakhs of rupees to strangers?” the Police Officer simply gawked at him.
“Do you have any photo of the girl?” he asked. Still looking at him with a deep amusement.
“No.” he gulped. “We have met just two months ago and we thought there was no need of keeping a photo before we were going to marry.” Jeevesh said.
The Police Officer felt pity at the embarrassed boy sitting on the chair. Sweating profusely. He was hardly as old as his own son.
“Do you think you will be able to drive back home on your own?” he asked. “Don’t hope for any thing at all but I will try.”
“Go home now young man.” He said kindly.
Sohail and Lata were sitting in front of Mr. Sisodia. Collecting the details of their next assignment. Hoping in their heart that soon Mr. Sisodia will release them after making enough amount of money out of them.
Their liberty was completely dependent on Mr. Sisodia’s mercy. A flicker of disobedience from their end or annoyance from his end will result in their living death.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
The bored executive
He worked in a medical transcription firm. Their clients were mainly from US, so their works started after mid day, but he preferred coming to office early. To spend some time away from home, he has married a few years back but was yet to have any children.
Staying at home was never one of his favourite things. So he used to escape to office at the earliest possible time and kill his time on internet.
On cyber world he was a writer, a senior citizen, who has crossed his seventies, a widower with two married daughters, grandchildren.
Actually he has stolen this image from his own father in law, he used to use his image as his own only pretending as a South Indian Man instead of a Bengali, which his father in law was.
His wife Radha and her sister Sudha kept their father Harendhranath Das with them on rotation; his sister in law lived in Texas. His father in law did not need a single penny from them; his daughters coaxed him to stay with them because he was extremely lonely after his wife’s departure a few years ago. They have been together for forty years.
So Nagendra Ghosh used to become Nageswara Rao the moment he logged in his blogs. It had too many advantages. He could easily befriend women of his own age faking as a old, helpless, attention hungry man. These women used to shower all their attention on him thinking he was a darling old man. An image of their father may be.
Staying at home was never one of his favourite things. So he used to escape to office at the earliest possible time and kill his time on internet.
On cyber world he was a writer, a senior citizen, who has crossed his seventies, a widower with two married daughters, grandchildren.
Actually he has stolen this image from his own father in law, he used to use his image as his own only pretending as a South Indian Man instead of a Bengali, which his father in law was.
His wife Radha and her sister Sudha kept their father Harendhranath Das with them on rotation; his sister in law lived in Texas. His father in law did not need a single penny from them; his daughters coaxed him to stay with them because he was extremely lonely after his wife’s departure a few years ago. They have been together for forty years.
So Nagendra Ghosh used to become Nageswara Rao the moment he logged in his blogs. It had too many advantages. He could easily befriend women of his own age faking as a old, helpless, attention hungry man. These women used to shower all their attention on him thinking he was a darling old man. An image of their father may be.
He used to have a lot of fun prying out their personal stories under the veil of affection. Sometimes he went a little further too. If he particularly liked a woman he used to meet her pretending as himself, that is, the son in law of the famous blog writer Nageswara Rao. It was usually just one or two dinners or lunches together. Sometimes, it was a movie or concert together.
He has been mixing with this girl for more than six months now. She seemed quite an innocent type of girl. He had an idea that she was a beautiful girl. She was very, very charming in cyber world at least. She lived in
He went online after getting the news. Chanda came online after a few buzzes from him. He asked her if she could meet his son in law in
They met in a restaurant and he did what he had never done before. He fell in love with her and ended up in love bed. He woke up with remorse next morning but she coaxed him out of his remorse. Three days later he came back from
He was about to get the taxi when his phone beeped, it was a sms from Chanda. “Missing you.”
It would have been a lie if he said that he fought tooth and nail to not give in, actually he just fell in her arms like a ripe fruit falls from tree.
From that day onward, whenever his company wanted someone to go north, he volunteered, and made a trip to
A few years passed by, he got a little bored and started to look for new faces. Soon he started to make frequent trips to South. This time it was Shreemayee, from Chennai.
That night he came back home, his wife was sitting grimly at a sofa. He asked her if every thing was alright.
“Do you know a woman named Chanda?” she asked.
He felt as if the earth was moving under his feet. “No, why?”
“She called me up, asking about you, she is in kolkata and wants to meet
“Where is she staying?” he asked.
“She is staying in a hotel in Dalhousie. Here is the address…” she handed him over a slip.
“Let me first confirm who she is. Then we will decide if you can meet her. Okay honey?” he pecked her on the cheek.
He reached the hotel early next morning. The receptionist confirmed from her and gave him the direction to her room.
He knocked; she answered the door and hugged him, passionately kissing him on the lips. “What is this Chanda? Why did you call my home?” his words stopped in his mouth when he saw his wife and Shreemayee sitting there on the sofa.
His wife stood up, “I used to blog as Amrita Arora. The story writer you used to bully to no end. I was surprised to see someone so much similar to my father, so I started to pry and pandora’s box opened itself.”
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