The Fourth chronicle was found in the footwear closet ...in a shoe box next to different shoes , sandals , chappals and slippers of various purple shades . Some odd greens and browns were there , but they had a seperate rack for them . What impressed the searchers was the fact that Saint Bhavna was so particular that even the footwear had the EXACT shade of purple that her saris had .
They noticed that the pages had blotted writing . Clearly , The Saintly One had wept buckets while writing this one . They began reading with uneasy hearts .
May 16 2010 : I really don't know WHAT to do about this girl who is called as my BAHU due to Dear Satish's youthful obstinacy . She is pregnant but takes ZERO care of herself and the life growing within her .She rushes to office without having breakfast , says she will lunch outside instead of taking home made tiffins that I prepare so lovingly , and comes home late in the evening , dragging her feet . I am feeling VERY worried about my unborn Pota . I went to their bedroom today in the evening after the evening snacks that I had prepared were refused and directly spoke to Varsha in front of Dear Satish . Varsha was brushing her hair .
Varsha my dear ...said I ...You are neglecting yourself and My unborn Pota most carelessly . He will be affected by this negligience . Is it REALLY necessary to do this strenuous job My dear ? Its not as if we NEED this money , u know . With God's Grace Dear Satish is earning AMPLE .
Who told U I am doing job for MONEY ? Asked Varsha with scorn , stopping the brush .
Then ? I asked , puzzled .
I am doing it for INDIVIDUAL GROWTH . But YOU wouldn't understand that ...she laughed and brushed her hair fiercely thrice with flashing eyes fixed on me .
WHY wouldn't I understand my Dear ? I dared to ask .
Coz To understand it one needs a BRAIN she cackled . Yours is inactive due to the layers and layers of DAKIYANOOSI thoughts piled on it . I PITY You Aai .
PITY me ?
Yeah ...Varsha cackled even more . A LOT . I am gonna enroll you in one of those women empowerment programs where ladies realise their self worth lies somewhere ELSE besides breeding babies , being a sex machine and feeding off your husband's salary just coz he is earning well . My office is starting one . I am gonna pay for your enrollment MYSELF .
I looked helplessly at Dear Satish who quickly evaded my eyes and buried himself in his laptop and pretended NOT to hear our conversation .
But Dear Varsha ...
Ladies work till the LAST DAY of their pregnancies for Gods Sake ...she brushed her hair so ferociously that a few strands of hair flew out of her scalp and straight into my nostrils . WHICH OUT DATED WORLD r u living in . WAKE UP AAI .
Its YOU who needs the waking up my dear ...I pointed out as gently as I could , my nostrils quivering like jelly fish as the hairs tickled them like anything . Remember , its MY POTA that you are carrying .
And WHY the hell should it be a bloody POTA only ...Varsha threw the brush on the table and laughed even more as if it was a big faltoo joke . Yea, why POTA . Why not POTI , ha ? Or does that burst your chauvinistic, DAKIYANOOSI bubble ?
I sneezed , unable to bear the tickling .
Aai , I think its BEST you GO ...said Dear Satish hastily , taking advantage of the sneeze ...If you are catching a cold you may infect Varsha and that will be bad for the Baby .
And so I went , hustled out by my own son . As I stood with tears outside their bedroom door I heard Varsha singing loudly
What Will that MOTI
Know the Value of a POTI !
I am trying to sleep but sleep doesn't come . I have this foreboding that something terrible may happen . Her DON'T Care Belligerent attitude scares me .
May 20 2010 : Varsha returns home every evening even more and more tired from work . I suspect she is not taking her vitamin tablets . She has an iron deficiency and her gynaecologist has prescribed some pills but I found that bottle full today on her dressing table when I had gone to tidy her bedroom after she left for office . I would have willingly taken on even this responsibility of giving her the pills myself but refrained due to the fear of them being thrown on my face like bullets if she was in a bad mood , which often is the case . I am very worried . Today she returned late in the evening and flopped in a chair in front of me and Mohan when we were having our tea . Even Mohan noticed that she was pale and tired .
Dear Varsha , I told her as lovingly as i could , You are WEARING yourself out beyond your capacity . Don't you see how it is affecting My PO ...er ...The baby ?
BABY BABY BABY ! screamed Varsha suddenly loudly , standing up and throwing her office file in front of Mohan most rudely . Poor Mohan 's hand shook and the tea fell on his cotton Kurta . How about worrying about ME for a change instead of the damned BABY !
Varsha ! I gasped , unable to hear the word DAMNED associated with my Pota .
ALL you Care is about the BABY ! Not Me ! No one cares about ME ! Ever since this bloody Baby has arrived no one loves ME ! she bawled .
My dear , of course thats not True ! And u musn't use such terrible language for your own Baby !
I will ! Its taken my SUKH CHAIN away ! Bloody Baby ! I HATE it ! Its hampering my individual Growth and even Satish is loving it more than me ! Nasty little parasite ! Feeding off my blood !
And she ran off to the bedroom , uncaring that she might slip and locked herself in the bedroom , without eating ANYTHING and starving my dear defenceless Pota .
I felt my heart palpitating again . Mohan suggested that I speak to Sulochana when she comes to invite us for Archana's second wedding with Jaywant Rane and he is personally gonna have a word with Dear Satish when he returns at night .
May 25 2010 : Went to Archana's second wedding today . Dear Sulochana insisted that we come and has promised to talk to Varsha and make her see sense . SUCH an understanding woman ! So UNLIKE her daughter ! Manohar looked rather frightened and white at the prospect . It appeared as if he did NOT want the task of talking to Varsha regarding anything at all . I don't blame him , I fully understand where the dear man comes from . Talking to Varsha even about the weather is a MOST unpleasant task .
The wedding , like all Karanjkar weddings , was in the front yard of the Karanjkar House . They had put a mandap on the road and the caterers were cooking in the backyard . Rasika remarked that it was so TYPICAL of the Karanjkars . They r such first class CHEAPOS , she snorted . SAVING COSTS all the time and giving such third rate weddings to such rich , nice damads . And then sponging off all the damads the moment the garlands r put by calling them BETAS and plonking their butts in their homes and making them pay one loan after the other . I PITY JAYWANT RANE said Rasika , clicking her tongue . IF HE HAD NOT BEEN THE GROOM , I BET HE WOULD HAVE BEEN COOKING OR SWEEPING RIGHT NOW IN THE BACKYARD .
Then I don't know what happened but there seemed to be some GADBAD . All were running here and there and Dear Archana was just not coming on the stage inspite of the pundit calling out that the bride needs to come here ASAP . The pundit looked BUGGED, the groom looked PUZZLED , his parents looked WORRIED, and Dear Rasika looked INTERESTED.
Well Dear Rasika got up and went to make enquiries , of course , and returned excitedly . She informed me that Dear Archana had run away.
What ! I was deeply shocked .
Yes , she laughed with joy . Isn't this SPICY ? ELOPED ! With that EX of hers who comes here occasionally to mop the Karanjkar floors !
Well of course I hurried to be near Dear Sulochana , as I fully understood what she must be going through . The Dear noble lady was having an asthma attack and gasping in Manohar's arms and he looked drained out and was yelling for a pump .
My Archu ...The evil fellow has KIDNAPPED my Archu ...she gasped as her daughters did FUS FUS in her mouth with the pump .
I BET she has only kidnapped HIM ...said Rasika with a tinkly Laugh to the Ranes. Why , she could not KEEP her hands off him even for a minute . Was trying to paw him even on the engagement day with that feet touching excuse . Was just taking her own time , stroking his toes . I looked .
The Ranes looked hopping Mad . WHATS THIS , WHATS THIS they thundered , both of them .
The groom looked ominously silent . I would worry about HIM if I was Dear Archana . Oh dear ! Did she HAVE to do this ? SUCH an unwise step !
Varsha was of course giving GAALIS to Manav . Let me meet that Third Rate mechanic and just see how I strip him and whip him , she was saying to All .
My heart missed a beat . I must keep that in mind before I speak To Varsha , I thought with a palpitating heart .
Dear Satish was missing . He came much later , and seemed rather secretive .
Needless to say , We returned , and ordered food from outside as there was none served in that mandap that day .
I now sleep with a thudding heart , wondering if Varsha may do to me what she claims as she has no reservations doing it with Manav .
May 30 2010 : I feel like Dying today . Nothing is left ...NOTHING . That awful girl has ABORTED the baby . KILLED my Pota . She was planning to go to the US and take on a strenuous project and ALL I did was ask her HOW she can take that commitment on if she was pregnant . She picked up a fight with me and RAN out of the house to Poor Satish's office and it seems BARGED in his cabin when a meeting was going on , talking LOUDLY , embarassing him thoroughly in front of his colleagues . He politely told her to wait outside and went out to ask her what the matter was . She told him all kinds of FALSE things about how I was hounding her and HOW she hated the baby for being the centre of attraction . Poor Satish snapped and told her to be sensible and grow up . Upon which , furious , she ran to the nearest hospital and got an ABORTION .
Sulochana has slapped her and disowned her and Dear Satish has asked her politely to leave the house and I really do NOT know WHERE she is now nor do I CARE .
My house is empty and So are our lives . I pray to God that even my worst enemies do not get a bahu like Varsha .
The Fourth part ends here . The Rest of the writing is blotted with tears , not just the dried ones of Saint Bhavna but also the fresh ones of those who read this part . They are debating whether the Fifth Part should be Read if it is AS terrible as THIS one .
Edited by koolsadhu1000 - 13 years ago
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