Ek time constraint se bhari bechari LOVE (?) story, with other affecting factors

Well this writing is all about how when you fall in love, you go on, you let disasters happen, the true pictures of your inner feelings come face-to-face, you witness this way too absurd state of yours, family and friends just brainwash you, and you are in the end, confused and clueless. It’s based on true story but as per the protagonist’s request I am here going to change the names. So let’s call him RAHUL (too common a name, waise bhi “naam to suna hi hoga”) and lets call her Anjali. ;)

Let’s first have their introduction.

Rahul: A boy next door you’ll find, simple and naïve and way too stereotypical, you know what I mean? Someone who never puts his bike’s key in a proper place just so it saves him time that would go into searching for it now and then, or never switches off the lights or the fan to save electricity, or never learnt to remove his shoes exactly where it should be so it doesn’t block the doorway entry, and many other things, you got it right? In short a typical Indian guy who is ecstatic about loud and noisy music and Sachin scoring a century is something more than a personal accomplishment for him.

Now Anjali: Well, I never got to know her personally, which is why I keep this bit low-key and free of any judgements.

So to start off, Rahul and Anjali meet through common friends four months ago. That evening Anjali who actually had seen Rahul once before and liked him, confessed to him about her liking. And Rahul without having any feelings whatsoever towards her, accepted it thinking “I don’t have any girl friends, so let me give it a try” :s

And then, long calls, after work meetings, Sunday night dinners, finally they had started to like each other. Mind you they just had liked each other. So one fine day in the presence of their friends, Rahul proposes to her, and she.................well....................accepts! J

And soon I got to know that the “proposal” was forced by a common friend. As they were headed out together they wanted him to propose to her in their presence (whether he wanted to or not, was secondary I guess, they didn’t bother to ask him, nor was he himself concerned about it). I wonder if he ever did ask himself this question “Do I love her really, or not?”.

Begane ki proposal main Abdulla Deewana..

And then in last four months nothing much changed, long calls were still happening as well as the meetings, but for one thing that changed - Rahul was in love with her. But she as it appeared, had yet not crossed the “liking” stage.

Kahani Me Twist:

Anjali’s parents were forcing her to get married (the time constraint shows up here), and so one day Rahul goes to meet her parents to ask for Anjali’s hand for marriage. All this while she still, remember, hasn’t crossed the “liking” stage, or should I be blunt enough and say - doesn’t really love him.

Why the hell did she agree to Rahul meeting her parents?

Her parents didn’t approve of Rahul as a viable candidate as he didn’t belong to their cast... Pweeeeh…


And now she wouldn’t go against her parents’ will!

Or her own will I guess??

Not clear at all…


But one thing is clear that Rahul is saved from falling into a trap, and it’s better that way to not marry her and end up in a love-less relationship. So she may have taken a wise decision in the end. Both for herself and for Rahul.

Rahul and Anjali’s common friends:

Now the common friends of the two, one who already has had 12 girlfriends in the past and one who is currently in an extra marital affair... are now bitching about Anjali and calling her a characterless woman. I wonder what they must be thinking about themselves? :P

Begane ki shaadi me abdulle abhi bhi dewaane hi hai..

And poor Rahul is trying hard to deal with such toxic remarks about her!

So now things are on a pause between them.

So things I want to ask, tell and want to think is that??

1. How “giving time to a relationship” is important?
2. What is the limit to which you must allow your family and friends to sneak
into your personal and private life?
3. I don’t understand when Rahul says that he couldn’t create love for him in
her. Can love be created? And if you think you can create love, do you
actually understand what love is?

The twilight…part 1….( Not about the movie of course, )

It was last Friday when I was heading towards home from the city of Ahmedabad. I boarded the bus which was scheduled to leave at 4.30p.m. And hell! I was up for a three hours long journey finding myself in the world’s most-crammed bus ever, placed over one of the least comfortable seats ever. It was 6.15 pm, and I saw the setting sun as the bus coursed on the Bridge of River Mahisagar, the fourth largest river of Gujarat. The beautiful river demarcates the two districts and just as the bus crossed the bridge the first thing that met the eyes were huge areas of mining and factories that churned out little pieces of stones. The dust coming out from the factories and the mines added to the gloominess brought in by the setting sun. The roads were deserted and people were nowhere within sight. Peeping out of the window I could only see loneliness and hollowness, and unfortunately, I loved the feeling it evoked in me. It reminded me of the scene in the film named Border, in the end, where in Akshay Khanna dies and Pooja Bhatt waits for him with longing eyes. I forced myself to think of something that made me feel good about this twilight.


Way back in 90’s, I guess somewhere in 1996, I was 8 years old and my sister was 11. Our house lay close by the river where it took a sudden meandering turn along its path. On the bank opposite to where my home was, there was a small Dargaah. Kehne ke liye it was close, but it was an altogether different place, a world apart. My side was crowded with people and their ill-planned houses, and the other side, also crowded but with trees and trees with birds and their chirpings. One fine Sunday when twilight struck, my dad took me and my sister to that place. I was thrilled to be on my dad’s Bajaj Super Scooter, nestled safely in the leg space provided, right in front of him. It almost felt as if it was I who was riding the bike. It barely took us ten minutes to exit our world and to enter the magical world on the other side. After crossing the bridge, we left the main road and took the small path that was covered with a lot of dirt. The muddy path was adorned on both sides by rows of fragrant Nilgiri trees. The birds were chirping at its peak, but it wasn’t noisy, it was the music of the souls and I can feel it even today. As we reached the Dargaah, we found nobody around but for the Maulvisaab along with a few Peacocks that ran here and there. I had never seen one up close. Dad led me inside the Dargaah. My sister waited outside. The atmosphere inside was suffused with the aroma of rose petals and incense sticks which made the experience divine. Once my Dad and I were outside, the Maulvisaab made gentle hand movements over me and my sister holding a bunch of peacock feathers that were tied together. Dad then took us both to a small path behind the Dargaah that seemed to disappear into the river. As we gently stepped down that path, I couldn’t contain my excitement any longer and I took the plunge. My sister followed. The best time of my life, splashing around carelessly in the waters, dancing away and trying my best to play God – as in, making desperate attempts to walk on water, but all in vain. One of the best things about childhood, of believing one could achieve the impossible.

And then it was time to leave. It was getting darker by the minute and dad thought it best to leave to home. As we walked towards the scooter, I remember looking back one last time, to fill my eyes with the beautiful sight of the Dargaah and everything around it, which made me so happy. I haven’t visited that place ever again in my life after that. The muddy path, the trees, the birds, the Dargaah, the Peacocks, the path to the river, are still locked up in my memory, never to be erased. And these memories come rushing through when I’m bathed in twilight, when I hear the birds chirp, or see a river flow, it gives me the feeling of having magically been transported to that very place yet again, and as if, time has come to a standstill, even years after years..