Parallel Government: July 2009

I did not killed Myself...........

Although, it was the day of my brother’s marriage but I was not drunken. Still, I will not be able to tell you all the events in the correct chronological order. The Reason might be the magnitude of the occasion or the intoxication due to work.

The Baarat had reached the destination, the place been booked for the Grand Feast. Everyone appeared to be in best of his shape and arrogance. The Dj was turned on and some people were busy in dragging other people to the dance floor instead of giving their own performances. Others were lost in tasting the ecstasies of the delicious food. However, a few were trying doing what they were really supposed to do (blessing the bride and groom). A few times bhai(the groom) was also dragged to the dance floor but was soon put back to stage as older people thought that this was against the marital laws (As if the groom was not to be so happy in his own marriage)
Everything was going fine when I was called aside by one of my uncles. He had a problem (A very serious one for him); His car got punctured at the parking of the ceremony ground. He wished to go back to his lodging room to drop his kids. I offered him another car that was standing idle at that time but he was adamant in going in his own car (Advocate’s instinct). So he ordered me to call the driver we had hired and ask him to mend the puncture first. I called up the man in demand but he had gone in one of the car to bring the boxes of sweet to be distributed in the relatives. He would have not been back by another hour. Mending the puncture was the need of the hour for my uncle. But I couldn’t help so in a rage of alcohol and anger he cursed me of not helping him and being lethargic. Cunningly, I escaped him in lieu of some other important task.

An hour later, he (My uncle) caught me again blaming me of forgetting my duties. I knew that the driver would have returned so I headed towards the parking to find the driver and asked him to fix my uncle’s car puncture. As I was coming back from there I found that one of my college friend Rajul was starting his own car. I rushed to him and enquired the matter to him (He had promised to stay for the whole night). He told me that there was an urgent call from his home and he will have to go back so I allowed him to go. After that the night was smoother for me instead of the Hardwar uncle quarrel and the car decorator not turning up (We had to decorate the car ourselves).

2 days after the marriage, when bhaiya bhabhi have moved out for their tour, all unimportant guests had gone back and only a few chosen one were still at our home, I received a surprising feedback. My Fufaji told me that one of my friend was trying to steal the bag of money from him. I remembered that my dad has given the responsibility of the cash bag to this man. Following is what I was briefed from my fufaji regarding the incident,

“Fufaji and his family were standing near the stage and they had kept the cash bag at a chair beside them. One of my friend who was wearing brown coat and spiky hairs and who has been following their family since quit a long time came to them and asked if he could keep his brown coat near there bag for some time as he wanted to dance. He also told fufaji that he was a friend of mine. But Fufaji knew his evil intensions that he will steal the bag when he will pick his coat back, so fufaji told my friend to take away his coat from there and not to follow them anymore otherwise it won’t be good for him. My friend was frightened by such words of my fufaji and he left the scene immediately and was not seen in the marriage later. ”

I asked fufaji, buaji and their daughter vini (all those who were present at that scene) about the looks of my friend but couldn’t get any clue of whether he was a school, Society or college friend. However by the evening that day, all my relatives who were left back at home after marriage got to know about the evil deeds of my friend. Everyone started mumbling about what worse a friend circle I have got. Some of them even threw words at me directly. My maternal aunty announced,
“I have seen Saurabh drunk too and he might also be involved in other indecent activities. Living away from home has spoilt his brand and way of living. Saurabh is uncivilized, ill-mannered and he also argues with his elders. Saurabh should be kept at home; all his friends should be debarred from meeting him. Saurabh’s Friend is not the Culprit, Saurabh himself is the sinner. ”

Others also added to my award by putting their words of belief about me. I was amazed by the change of scene as this was the crowd who was hailing me hours ago, for the arrangements been done at the marriage. Such a quick change of mind set, so fast image reversal of my character. However I just passed my time somehow till the guests went back, hiding my eyes from them, feeling guilty of an unknown undone fault.

A week later, forgetting this incident, I went back to my college. My roommates were very happy to see the kundan’s mithaai I took back for them. Everyone asked about how was marriage? Did girls come from bride’s side? What did u got as gift? How much I drunk? Some even reminded me that now it was my turn next in my family to get married.

After 1 or 2 days, my roommate rajul asked me that when can he get to see the pics of the ceremonies. I asked him as to why was He so eager to see them as he had already attended the marriage. Then he told me about a gal he saw at the grand feast ceremony. He described to me,

“She was a very beautiful gal and was wearing maroon lahenga. She was dancing on the dance floor with a person in brown French beard. Ohh man, she was too gorgeous. From the Dance floor an old man and his wife called her for dinner. They might be her parents. As this family moved to dinner rajul followed them and had a dinner parallel to them. Then the family moved towards the stage. The gal was cheering up the groom from there itself. An Idea struck rajul’s mind to start the conversation. He took out his coat, went near them and asked the gal, keeping his coat over their luggage bag, that he is my friend and wanted to keep his coat in their supervision with their luggage just for a few minutes. But the gal’s father got a bit angry and scolded him. This was the reason that rajul’s mood got off and he went back instantly from the marriage to prevent any further action against him. ”

Now I was getting everything clearly in my head. It was Rajul – The thief! Who, instead of that bag, wanted to steal the heart of that gal. And it was vini, my cousin, who was the target instead of that bag. I realized that none of my friends ever knew about the cash bag and moreover I had always trusted them for my thousands of rupees. As soon as I got the pics I got it confirmed from rajul that the gal was vini herself. I thought of telling the whole truth of this incident to my parents but avoided as following a gal is also considered an offense equal as theft in our society. I didn’t even told rajul about my sufferings regarding the incident. And what I could have said to my relatives now, who have already established my character by cursing me and accusing me of keeping a low graded friend circle. The incident was not too big so as to remember for a long period but I remember it coz that incident showed me that how people change their opinion about you instantly without even knowing the actual truth and also it was this incident from which I learned that there are some truths about you that only you know in this world. And you don’t even know whether to share them or not. Even though my virtue has been on stake during this incident, but i did not killed myself.

Remarks: This text is not intended to abash my relatives as well as my friends. I have kept myself as the protagonist for the sake of clarity in the story. All names are Fictitious. Please don’t Mind.

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Saturday, July 25, 2009

My story : Character Assasination !!!!

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