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This is inspired/based on the vouge empower's issued in public interest. Do read. I absolutely loved that advert.
It conveyed a very strong message.
Italics are flashbacks.
Kindly ignore the typing errors since I have always been very lazy in proof reading anything :P
Comments and likes are heartily appreciated so is critisism if it is constructive. Buddy me for pms ^_^
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ZaYa OS| Boys don't cry|
He glanced at his watched every few minutes, impatient. It was starting to drizzle and he was cold and the watchman simply refused to let him enter the premises. And his argument that he studied there his whole life fell deaf to his ears.
"Aap to nikal gaye school se sahib" the guard muttered. "Ab toh aapko appointment se hi entry mill sakti hai." All Zain could notice was the paan stained lips under an incredibly heavy moustache.
"Atleast playground mein toh baithne don na kaka." He pleaded, trying to get out of the cold.
"Thik hai sahib" the watchman conceeded at last. Probably pitying him.
Muttering a meek thank you, he collected the tiffin box and made his way to the ground of St.Peters Academy.
Zain sat on the swing gingerly,careful of not breaking it. He smiled wryly at the thought of Mrs.Fernandez twisting his ear as she had done several time in the past if he did break it.
He had always shed a few tears, fake one at that and then she would have chided
"You are a boy Zain! Boys don't cry."
He pushed his legs a bit that were bent awkwardly since the swings were made for pre primary children.
A cold wind blew again making him shiver effectively. He warmed his hands on the hot tiffin, seeking whatever warmth he could.
He grinned at the empty, dusty pool. He quite remembered his first swimming lesson.
Decked out in floats, he had to be dragged into the pool because he was afraid of the water. He fought with all the might a three old, twenty kg child had against his eighty kg father.
"Zain!" He had chided. "Swimming sekhna hai Zain! It is important." He grunted while playing tug of war with his son.
"Nai jana paaapaaa. Dar lagta haii!" He wailed out loud, making a scene at the public pool.
"Mard ho na! Mard ko dar nai lagta. Zain!" His dad tried to reason with him.
"Naiii janaaa Abbu!"
"Zain! Ladke rote nai hai! Chup chap chalo." He grabbed Zain by his torso and threw him in the water.
He heard the bell ring, bring him out of his revive.
He checked his watch again.
It was not lunch time yet but there were students looming out in the grounds.
"Topaaaz! Topaaaz!" He could hear girls cheering, clapping three times after every cheer.
His face split into a wide grin.
Football! It must have been the time for the interhouse football championship.
He listened carefully to the commentary.
It was Ruby versus Topaz apparently and Ruby was in a bit of a tight spot with 2-Nil in favour of Topaz.
He remembered his tournament. His last one.
They were in twelth grade and the whole of the senior classes had assembled in the grounds to watch the match.
Even her.
His house had won that time.
His last match in his school.
Where his teachers had literally watched him grow.
The moment was purely ecstatic when he had made the winning goal, preventing the match from entering into penalty.
The cheer from Sapphire house was deafening. They had won the championship for the third time in a row. He had maintained his winning streak. The next half an hour was passed by hugging sweaty,muddy bodies of his fellow members and listening to the wild accusations of the opposite house of how they had cheated and calling a rematch.
"Congrats Zain." His sports sir wrung his hand and patted him on his back.
"Thank you Sir!" He exclaimed, his eyes tearing up a bit on seeing the proud look on his face.
"Are you crying?" Rizwan, the goalkeeper exclaimed.
"Nai re!" He gave a watery chuckle. "Aankh mein kuch gaya."
"Good. Cause you know boys don't cry."
"Yeah, right." He said dryly, having witnessed his buddy cry over a girl. "If you say so." He said cheekily.
"Ghar jaa kar change kar and CP mein mil!"
"Ek ghante mein milte hai then."
"Chal bye! And paise na bhuliyo."
"Kyun bhai?" He asked, incredulous.
"Tera winning goal tha na! Treat teri." Rizwan shouted, walking away from him.
"Saale!" Zain shouted back. "Treat tujhe deni chahiye."
He grinned and went to his class to collect his bag.
His class went into an uproar as he entered, muddy and all.
"Congrats bhai!" He felt several pats on his back.
"Congratulations Zain." He heard her say as he packed his back.
He turned around and met her warm eyes. She was smiling.
His thank you got stuck in his throat and he found himself in a delimma that had never happened before. He was speechless. So he simply nodded his acknowlegement.
"Abbu!" He felt a tug on his shirt. He looked around, his face registering surprise as he looked at his five year old's face.
"Aap yaha?"
"Tiffin bhul gaye tum!" He chided as he handed his son his lunch.
"Oops." Zayat bit his tongue. "Sowwy."
"Koi nai." Zain chuckled as he ruffled Zayat's hair.
"Uncle, kya aap uth sakte hai?" A sweet voice next to pleaded. He looked around to see a cute girl in pigtails waiting to claim his swing.
"Sure beta." He said and got up.
"Ye lo." He said to Zayat handing him the tiffin.
But Zayat had just pushed the girl of the swing.
"Mere abbu ko uthaya kaise?!" He said angrily.
"Zayat!" Zain exclaimed as he picked up the girl off the ground, checking her for injuries.
When he was assured that she was fine, he rounded on his son, his face thunderous.
"Say sorry."
Zayat did not need to be told twice. He had never seen his dad this angry.
"Sorry." He muttered to the girl, his eyes teary.
"Zayat." Zain said in a controlled voice. He kneeled in front of him, wiping Zayat's tear away.
"This is the first and the last time I am saying to you. Ladke ho na?"
Zayat gave a small nod.
"Ladke rulate nai hai Zayat."
Zayat nodded again.
Zain gave him the tiffin and then drove to his office.
As he strode down the lobby his PA ambeled alongside him.
"Your dad called. You have a meeting in an hour to discuss the infrastructure of the new wing." He nodded.
"And you have a call from Mr.Hayden."
His heart skipped a beat.
"And?" He pressed.
His PA looked uncomfortable.
"And the divorce date is conformed at 14th of next month."
He gave her a curt nod and closed his cabin door behind him.
He glanced at the photo on his table.
They looked so happy. He thought miserably as looked at his beaming face.
She made him happy.
It was a picture from their honeymoon. She had not wanted to visit an extravagant place like Paris. She was quite content with a quaint place in Shillong.
"Shillong?" He had exclaimed. "Seriously? Princess I can take you to infinity and beyond and you want to visit Shillong?"
"Why does it matter?" She snaked her arms around his neck. "We will be together. And we will be happy. Isn't that enough?"
He smiled as he pulled her closer and pecked her cheek.
"It is."
She grinned.
"And as long as there is wi-fi."
"Zain!" she spluttered, playfully hitting his chest.
When had it all gone wrong? He wondered.
Maybe he should have listened when she pleaded to him that she was not cheating on him.
Maybe the tears flowing from her eyes should have had convinced him.
Maybe he should have listened to his heart and clarified his doubts at the start. Or maybe he should have listened to his heart when it screamed at him that she was not capable of such a vile thing.
He should have ingnored the monster inside him. He should have been convinced of her innocence when she said she loved him.
Yet..
He could have never tolerated the sight of another man eyeing his wife. It wasn't her fault of course.
But he was just a jealous bas***d.
He remembered the day she had snapped.
The day she had ended their relationship.
"Zain,maine kuch nai kia!" She cried as he pulled her by the hair.
"Zain!" Her scream pierced his heart as he cornered her by the wall.
"Please Zain!" She begged him, tears flowing from her eyes.
"What did you let him do?" He whispered in her ear.
"What did you do?" Even he could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"Kiss him?" He growled. "Like you kiss me huh?" He yanked her hair again,ignoring the yelp she gave.
He refused to cry as he grinded his teeth. His heart wanted to of course because he loved her. And he had sworn he would protect her. But he was unable to protect her from himself.
He took deep breaths trying to steady himself as he twisted her arm behind her back.
"Said you love him like you say to me?" He yelled, twisting her arm a bit more.
She had stopped sobbing but he could see her in the mirror.
He could see them in the mirror.
And he felt horrified at seeing himself. He felt disgusted with his self. This was not him.
She was crying mutely, her face controted in anger, pain and remorse.
He pleaded her silently to understand. This was not her Zain.
She could not leave him. He needed her. She was his oxygen.
Yet he was feeling suffocated.
He looked in the mirror as he met her eyes and said
"You disgust me.!" He twisted her arm once more and let her go.
She fell with a thud.
She was gone the next morning.
He put down the picture and he reigned in his tears.
Mrs Fernandez,his dad, Rizwan.. they had it all wrong.
Everyone had it all wrong. What was wrong with men crying?
They should have taught him ladke rulate nai hai.
"Sir." His PA's voice buzzed through the intercom.
"Meeting in five."
"Coming." He said curtly.
Yet he did not shed a single tear.
"Kyunki ladke rote nai hai."
It conveyed a very strong message.
Italics are flashbacks.
Kindly ignore the typing errors since I have always been very lazy in proof reading anything :P
Comments and likes are heartily appreciated so is critisism if it is constructive. Buddy me for pms ^_^
*****
ZaYa OS| Boys don't cry|
He glanced at his watched every few minutes, impatient. It was starting to drizzle and he was cold and the watchman simply refused to let him enter the premises. And his argument that he studied there his whole life fell deaf to his ears.
"Aap to nikal gaye school se sahib" the guard muttered. "Ab toh aapko appointment se hi entry mill sakti hai." All Zain could notice was the paan stained lips under an incredibly heavy moustache.
"Atleast playground mein toh baithne don na kaka." He pleaded, trying to get out of the cold.
"Thik hai sahib" the watchman conceeded at last. Probably pitying him.
Muttering a meek thank you, he collected the tiffin box and made his way to the ground of St.Peters Academy.
Zain sat on the swing gingerly,careful of not breaking it. He smiled wryly at the thought of Mrs.Fernandez twisting his ear as she had done several time in the past if he did break it.
He had always shed a few tears, fake one at that and then she would have chided
"You are a boy Zain! Boys don't cry."
He pushed his legs a bit that were bent awkwardly since the swings were made for pre primary children.
A cold wind blew again making him shiver effectively. He warmed his hands on the hot tiffin, seeking whatever warmth he could.
He grinned at the empty, dusty pool. He quite remembered his first swimming lesson.
Decked out in floats, he had to be dragged into the pool because he was afraid of the water. He fought with all the might a three old, twenty kg child had against his eighty kg father.
"Zain!" He had chided. "Swimming sekhna hai Zain! It is important." He grunted while playing tug of war with his son.
"Nai jana paaapaaa. Dar lagta haii!" He wailed out loud, making a scene at the public pool.
"Mard ho na! Mard ko dar nai lagta. Zain!" His dad tried to reason with him.
"Naiii janaaa Abbu!"
"Zain! Ladke rote nai hai! Chup chap chalo." He grabbed Zain by his torso and threw him in the water.
He heard the bell ring, bring him out of his revive.
He checked his watch again.
It was not lunch time yet but there were students looming out in the grounds.
"Topaaaz! Topaaaz!" He could hear girls cheering, clapping three times after every cheer.
His face split into a wide grin.
Football! It must have been the time for the interhouse football championship.
He listened carefully to the commentary.
It was Ruby versus Topaz apparently and Ruby was in a bit of a tight spot with 2-Nil in favour of Topaz.
He remembered his tournament. His last one.
They were in twelth grade and the whole of the senior classes had assembled in the grounds to watch the match.
Even her.
His house had won that time.
His last match in his school.
Where his teachers had literally watched him grow.
The moment was purely ecstatic when he had made the winning goal, preventing the match from entering into penalty.
The cheer from Sapphire house was deafening. They had won the championship for the third time in a row. He had maintained his winning streak. The next half an hour was passed by hugging sweaty,muddy bodies of his fellow members and listening to the wild accusations of the opposite house of how they had cheated and calling a rematch.
"Congrats Zain." His sports sir wrung his hand and patted him on his back.
"Thank you Sir!" He exclaimed, his eyes tearing up a bit on seeing the proud look on his face.
"Are you crying?" Rizwan, the goalkeeper exclaimed.
"Nai re!" He gave a watery chuckle. "Aankh mein kuch gaya."
"Good. Cause you know boys don't cry."
"Yeah, right." He said dryly, having witnessed his buddy cry over a girl. "If you say so." He said cheekily.
"Ghar jaa kar change kar and CP mein mil!"
"Ek ghante mein milte hai then."
"Chal bye! And paise na bhuliyo."
"Kyun bhai?" He asked, incredulous.
"Tera winning goal tha na! Treat teri." Rizwan shouted, walking away from him.
"Saale!" Zain shouted back. "Treat tujhe deni chahiye."
He grinned and went to his class to collect his bag.
His class went into an uproar as he entered, muddy and all.
"Congrats bhai!" He felt several pats on his back.
"Congratulations Zain." He heard her say as he packed his back.
He turned around and met her warm eyes. She was smiling.
His thank you got stuck in his throat and he found himself in a delimma that had never happened before. He was speechless. So he simply nodded his acknowlegement.
"Abbu!" He felt a tug on his shirt. He looked around, his face registering surprise as he looked at his five year old's face.
"Aap yaha?"
"Tiffin bhul gaye tum!" He chided as he handed his son his lunch.
"Oops." Zayat bit his tongue. "Sowwy."
"Koi nai." Zain chuckled as he ruffled Zayat's hair.
"Uncle, kya aap uth sakte hai?" A sweet voice next to pleaded. He looked around to see a cute girl in pigtails waiting to claim his swing.
"Sure beta." He said and got up.
"Ye lo." He said to Zayat handing him the tiffin.
But Zayat had just pushed the girl of the swing.
"Mere abbu ko uthaya kaise?!" He said angrily.
"Zayat!" Zain exclaimed as he picked up the girl off the ground, checking her for injuries.
When he was assured that she was fine, he rounded on his son, his face thunderous.
"Say sorry."
Zayat did not need to be told twice. He had never seen his dad this angry.
"Sorry." He muttered to the girl, his eyes teary.
"Zayat." Zain said in a controlled voice. He kneeled in front of him, wiping Zayat's tear away.
"This is the first and the last time I am saying to you. Ladke ho na?"
Zayat gave a small nod.
"Ladke rulate nai hai Zayat."
Zayat nodded again.
Zain gave him the tiffin and then drove to his office.
As he strode down the lobby his PA ambeled alongside him.
"Your dad called. You have a meeting in an hour to discuss the infrastructure of the new wing." He nodded.
"And you have a call from Mr.Hayden."
His heart skipped a beat.
"And?" He pressed.
His PA looked uncomfortable.
"And the divorce date is conformed at 14th of next month."
He gave her a curt nod and closed his cabin door behind him.
He glanced at the photo on his table.
They looked so happy. He thought miserably as looked at his beaming face.
She made him happy.
It was a picture from their honeymoon. She had not wanted to visit an extravagant place like Paris. She was quite content with a quaint place in Shillong.
"Shillong?" He had exclaimed. "Seriously? Princess I can take you to infinity and beyond and you want to visit Shillong?"
"Why does it matter?" She snaked her arms around his neck. "We will be together. And we will be happy. Isn't that enough?"
He smiled as he pulled her closer and pecked her cheek.
"It is."
She grinned.
"And as long as there is wi-fi."
"Zain!" she spluttered, playfully hitting his chest.
When had it all gone wrong? He wondered.
Maybe he should have listened when she pleaded to him that she was not cheating on him.
Maybe the tears flowing from her eyes should have had convinced him.
Maybe he should have listened to his heart and clarified his doubts at the start. Or maybe he should have listened to his heart when it screamed at him that she was not capable of such a vile thing.
He should have ingnored the monster inside him. He should have been convinced of her innocence when she said she loved him.
Yet..
He could have never tolerated the sight of another man eyeing his wife. It wasn't her fault of course.
But he was just a jealous bas***d.
He remembered the day she had snapped.
The day she had ended their relationship.
"Zain,maine kuch nai kia!" She cried as he pulled her by the hair.
"Zain!" Her scream pierced his heart as he cornered her by the wall.
"Please Zain!" She begged him, tears flowing from her eyes.
"What did you let him do?" He whispered in her ear.
"What did you do?" Even he could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"Kiss him?" He growled. "Like you kiss me huh?" He yanked her hair again,ignoring the yelp she gave.
He refused to cry as he grinded his teeth. His heart wanted to of course because he loved her. And he had sworn he would protect her. But he was unable to protect her from himself.
He took deep breaths trying to steady himself as he twisted her arm behind her back.
"Said you love him like you say to me?" He yelled, twisting her arm a bit more.
She had stopped sobbing but he could see her in the mirror.
He could see them in the mirror.
And he felt horrified at seeing himself. He felt disgusted with his self. This was not him.
She was crying mutely, her face controted in anger, pain and remorse.
He pleaded her silently to understand. This was not her Zain.
She could not leave him. He needed her. She was his oxygen.
Yet he was feeling suffocated.
He looked in the mirror as he met her eyes and said
"You disgust me.!" He twisted her arm once more and let her go.
She fell with a thud.
She was gone the next morning.
He put down the picture and he reigned in his tears.
Mrs Fernandez,his dad, Rizwan.. they had it all wrong.
Everyone had it all wrong. What was wrong with men crying?
They should have taught him ladke rulate nai hai.
"Sir." His PA's voice buzzed through the intercom.
"Meeting in five."
"Coming." He said curtly.
Yet he did not shed a single tear.
"Kyunki ladke rote nai hai."
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