Sunday, 16 October 2011 | By: AbhiLaSH RuHeLa

Chand Sifarish Jo Karta Tumhari !!!

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        We were a very happy family. Father worked at the best IT industry of the town. In 1980, IT wasn't one of the biggest sector of our nation but I was proud of my father that he was one of the very rare Computer Engineers of our country. He earned 25,000 rs a month which was quite enough to afford all the luxury I and my brother needed. Father was 6 feet 2 inch which added Godliness to his personality. I never found any father of my friends as smart as my father. I used to wait for the teacher to ask us to bring our parents to school for the meeting so that I can hold hand of my father and let all the students and teachers of the college know that I'm daughter of the world's smartest man. My brother was 2 years younger to me and he was very naughty. For the world he was very innocent but for me he was the naughtiest brother. He never let me sit quietly and he always disturbed me whenever he saw me studying seriously. I used to slap him a lot and then he used to sit quietly in anger after I used to scratch him with my long nails. For girls, long nails are not only a beauty quotient but also a safety weapon. It makes our hands look beautiful but it also makes boy's face look like a pig's if we scratch it with our nails. I used to apply this trick on my naughty brother who found pleasure in disturbing me. But still, I loved him a lot as he also bought chocolates for me. Impressing a girl takes only a chocolate. :-)  


            After the male candidates of the house, I loved my mother a lot. My mother had a small restaurant in our area as she was the best cook. For everyone in this world, their mother is the best cook but my mother was special as she was accepted by everyone in our town. Once a Bollywood celebrity while passing through our town, ceased his car and sat in my mother's restaurant. After eating, he gave a very big donation to the restaurant for making it more grand and luxurious just because he never ate such a food in his life. So, this certified my mother as the best. My mother always helped me in the extra-curricular activities and made me look the best among others. And it was my mother's genes which made me look the best in class. Ohh Yes, I was the smartest and the most fair and beautiful girl of my class. Even this was certified as I got many proposals during my college time. :-) Sorry for boasting about my beauty but that was in relation to my mother's greatness. :-) 


             Everything was fine in our family until an incident happened to my family. I was doing my assignments as no one was at home. Daddy was at office, mom was at restaurant and brother was at the playground as he thought himself as the next big Footballer of the world. Suddenly, 3 regular customers of my mother's restaurant came and started shouting my name. I opened the window and saw them. They asked me to come down soon. I was shocked to see the panic on their faces. I ran down fast. I didn't even locked the house. I asked them what happened but they asked me to sit in the auto. I sat and auto started running on the road which lead us to mother's restaurant. When half of the way passed, I realized that its my birthday and hence there can be a surprise for me. I took a big sigh of relief. In a short time, we reached the restaurant. As soon as I got down from the auto, I found many people standing near the restaurant. In fact, there was no restaurant. The only thing visible was ashes, smoke and lots of people. I started shivering. I reached near the mob and found my mother's dead body there. I don't want to tell anything about my reaction after seeing the world's most beautiful lady lying dead. That was the last birthday I celebrated. That was the last time I ate the world's most tasty dish. That was the last time I did something with the same enthusiasm. :(  


             After few days, my father got a heart-attack. It was just because of the mother's death that he started taking alcohol and ruined his health and body. He remained admitted in the hospital for next whole month and at the end even he lost his life. Now, I lost the world's most handsome man and my only inspiration. It was so proud of having a father in an IT sector when my friends' fathers used to work in mediocre civil fields, maintenance fields and account fields. After my parent's death, the only person who kept me alive was my brother. Ayush was a young boy now and he looked too smart to make any girl fall for him. Many girls of our society liked him and sent him love letters. At last he found a perfect girl for him. He married her in a temple and all three of us started living together. Everything was fine until one day, his wife asked him to ask me to leave the house and go because she felt that they lost their privacy and liberty because of me. I never dominated my brother and his wife but she didn't liked the affection my brother had for me. She always felt that the right which she deserved was stolen by me. At last, one day, my dear brother, who was life to me, unwillingly, in the pressure of wife, asked me to leave the house. I left the house with no destiny and no idea. 


             This was the day after which I learned that there is no one in life who is true and real. Everyone is a puppet who is being controlled by selfishness and cruelty. Sometimes God is cruel to you while sometimes your own blood is. I got to know that day that from here, I'll have to remain alone all my life and fight everything myself. Who would marry a girl with no parents? Who would marry a girl with no background? Who would marry a girl whose brother has thrown her out of the house? Who would marry a girl who lived in lodge after being thrown away from the house?    


              Yes, I booked a lodge and started living there. My father opened an account of my name and thus I had few money on which I could survive on. I spent those money in buying professional dresses and accessories for me. Till this day, I managed to get a MBA degree and thus like my father, I was also one of the rare who pursued MBA in those days. But, I wasn't searching jobs then because I found it good in maintaining house and helping my brother and bhabhi than going out to work. But who knew that I would be accused by them and hurled out of the house. So, now, it was the time to struggle and get a perfect life for myself. I started searching job. I started attending numerous interviews. Many men wanted to sleep with me and promised to help me get a job in return to that. It is when I realized how tough life was. My parents never let me knew what life really is because they provided me everything I needed in life to be happy and satisfied.


            At last I got a job in the same industry in which my dad worked as a Software Engineer. It was a responsibility to me to give my best and maintain the dignity of my father in this organization. I never talked to anyone in the office and only did my work because I wanted to excel in work and make my life smooth and smug. One day, I talked to this boy from Accounts department in relation to my salary because there was some error in the transactions. He was very handsome and his personality reminded me of my father. I became fond of him but I never tried to ask him what he felt about me. Actually, I didn't wanted to get committed to him because I got a perception that whomever I like gets away from me- Either by dying or by asking me to leave them forever. So, I didn't wanted to get close to anyone again in life. 


            But, as said, destiny has some other plans for us. Suddenly, recession came in scene. Our salaries were cut off. We were not even paid salary from last 3 months. Unfortunately, few days back I booked a 2BHK flat for 20 Lakhs which was quite costly for me. I took a loan from my organization and also from the bank. It became hard for me to survive now. All the money I got from that policy my father opened for me was spent in paying the initial amounts for that flat. This recession made it hard for me to survive. Once again, I went to this boy of Accounts department and asked him to help me if he can pay me some if not whole salary of last 3 months but he told that its not possible. I started weeping in front of him as I was in tension. I was almost depressed. Already life played a bad game with me in past and running short of money while achieving my goals was a hit of a hard rock on my head. He saw me crying and asked me for an outing. I don't know how I nodded and in few minutes we were at Cafe Coffee Day.


            We started talking and I don't know what made me tell him about all that happened to me in past many years. I told him how I completed studies even when the faces of my parents revolved around my mind and eyes. I told him how I devoted all my life to my brother and bhabhi and how they made me homeless in a minute. I told him how I lived in that lodge where almost every room was filled up with low-class men having sex with call-girls. I told him how lusty world demanded my body in return for a job. I told him how this recession has affected my life and how my dream of living in my own house was going to be shattered in few days. He was almost in tears and he was unable to speak anything. He took my hands in his hands and asked me to feel better because I had tears in my eyes already. I felt awkward in seeing both my hands in someone's hands at a public place but seeing his face with full of affection and sympathy, I asked my mind to trust him and I held his hand back tightly and started crying more. 


             After this, we started meeting daily. We grew into very close friends. I started sharing everything with him. I started preparing lunch tiffin for him too as he lived in the town alone and hence ate in hotels everyday. He asked me one day if I'll be Okay if he pays some installments of my house. I didn't felt it right and hence I asked him to stay away from my problems but he insisted upon and he paid it. It was a great favour to me. I told him about this. He scolded me back and said that he will never talk to me again if I'll again use such kind of word. I never said anything after that. I don't know what made me say one day to him that if he finds Okay he can live with me in my flat which will help him save his monthly rent too. He agreed and shifted to my house. It was obvious that we fell in love with each other and finally at 2 AM one night, after making love with me, he asked whether I would love to marry him or not and I said yes. Next month, we got married. 


            After losing the world's most handsome man- My Father, world's most beautiful lady and cook- My Mother and world's most sweet boy- My Brother, I finally got world's most best person- My Husband. He saved my house from getting mortgaged. He transferred all the money he had in my account and turned it into Joint account. He took me for a Tour of 5 countries after 2 months of marriage as a honeymoon and made me realize that world is not what I saw in that small town of my childhood. He took me for almost every movie I talked about. He always gave me time and never let me feel alone after he came into my life. Once again, I got a meaning to live. I got to know that when every door of life closes, there is always something big waiting for us to break all the doors and make all the way accessible to us. I got to know that there are some beautiful people in the world too apart from the family. I got to know that there is someone who can give you all the love of the family alone. Today is my first Karwachauth after marriage and I am happy to fast for the longevity of the world's most wonderful person and husband. I am not only praying for his long life but also for a good relation between us till we are alive because I have seen that long life doesn't guarantee that the closest person of your life will remain with you till your last breath. I am waiting for the moon to come so that I can break the first fast of my life after being fed with the hands of my dear husband, my dear Ayush. Ayush, even moon is saying that you look better than him. :-) I love you and I owe all my life to you. Every second and every breathe is devoted to you. Thanks for accepting me when everyone rejected me. Even God. :( 
:)


P.S.: I wrote this Blog after knowing the importance of husband for many ladies in this world. There are many ladies who are rejected from everyone but a good man comes in their life and changes everything for them. They let them realize that there is a life even when everything seems to be dull and dark. Happy Karwachauth to all. Actually this post was meant to be published 24 hours ago but due to lack of electricity, I was unable to connect Internet and write the whole post. I hope you like it.


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rdxnumber23 said...

which is your best story blog, according to you or by comments?

Abhinav C.J. said...

Hey Bhaiya,

This is better than the stuff you have written before. This tale has the right amount of depth the protagonist needs.

Keep writing, as always.

Cheers!

Nitish said...

man abhilash, i m seriously privilege to read this blog....i would have been more happy if it would have been a novel......seriously, while reading this blog,i thgt i was reading some chetan bhagat novel.........

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

I will tel u on Twitter Rishab bhai.

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

Ohh Thanks Abhinav. Actually this is the only fiction story on which I worked for more than 2 days and I m happy that u find it better than other stories but I still feel that I could have made this one more better. But jo bhi hai Im happy.

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

Nitish bhaai, i am very very happy that u felt that this blog was a Chetan Bhagat novel. I always try to write the best and when people like u who visit my blog rarely like it, I feel good.. :-)

Dolly said...

Abhilash,
m wondering hw can u express a totally girlish feeling..while reading d whole post i forgot dat it is written by a boy.(contrary to ur image)..touching story...keep writing.

Basil said...

A very well -written story.You have a great creative and imaginative bent and come up with deep, meaningful stuff which in some way or the other relates to us. Keep up the good work.

Harman said...

soo good..
Very inspiring..God Bless !
I never expected its for karwa chauth ..until the end!
its was nice!

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

Dolly, I am happy that as you are a girl you found that I have done total justice to a girl;s feeling. I was scared that I dont do something wrong. And, please dont read my blogs keeping my twitter image in mind, it will create problems to you. Hahaha.

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

Basil, your words have meant a lot to me. Thanks.

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

Thank u Harman mam, and I didnt wanted people to know that its about husband-wife relationship and karwachauth. :-)

sim cards uk said...

This songs are so lovely.I hear it many times.Thanks for this post.

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

Thank u simcards.

Anonymous said...

awesum story n vry inspiring too n much better dn most of ur blogs written before....n very emotional n full wid feelings too....
Megha

Archita Choudhary said...

Seriously Abhilash hats off, I thought I was reading your story and later realised that it was only a fiction.I brought in my eyes,great work keep it up.

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

Thank u megha. I never knew that this blog will be claimed as my best work. Thanks.

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

Thank u Archita. U r a very good person and you saying this means I can say that I have written a nice piece. Thanks a lot Archita.

Anonymous said...

this is sooooooo good....worth reading...n till the end...i cudn't make out only that it was for karwachauth...gr8 job buddy :)

vaneeta :)

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

Thanks Vaneeta. Happy to see your comment for the first time on my blog. And I hope there are more to come as u r free from studies now. :)

And yes Vaneeta, I wanted to make it look like something different throughout and wanted it to end it on a note of Karwachauth. :-)

vaneeta bimra said...

ya...definitely yar :) i wud love to :)

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

And I would love to read your comments as you'll love to read my blogs. :-)

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