SS: ~I love Jodha~completed - Page 16

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CHAPTER 2:

Reading the newspaper and marking the advertisements of job vacancies along with back-to-back cups of teas sitting at the nearby tea-stall has become my one and only leisure nowadays. I cannot spend a moment at house in morning due to the constant mourning of my mother and her quarrels with my sister. My sister lives like a guilt in her own house with the hesitation of becoming a burden for her jobless younger brother, and my mother is always there to increase that hesitation so that she returns back to her husband and compromise again... Why the mothers become so much selfish at times? While thinking the phrase, my heart filled with a strange pain. My mother is not selfish- she is helpless. She is tired to bear the load of her household, to fight with the disgraceful poverty...that frustration comes out as a vain anger on her children- on her daughter, on her son, on the persons she love with all her life. My ammi is becoming so pale, thin and ill-tampered day-by-day. My sister, being defeated in her fight, is thinking to compromise again. And I, fleeing from their unhappy faces, now marking the job-vacancies from the newspaper!

"Jalal! What's up?" A sudden pat hurt my shoulder with a familiar voice hitting the eardrums. Shit. This is Mohit, my friend, the most talkative guy of our locality!

I set a formal smile on my face and looked at him. He sat beside me and pulled the newspaper from my hand. And as always, started discussing about useless politics! I kept on smiling at him hopelessly. I have so many problems to sort out that I have no interest in the news of current political affairs! I have an interview at 11 am, have 2 tuitions before that... After the interview will have to meet the former boss of my father; he has promised to do something for me, though I don't hope much. Then have to rush to the local councilor to get some important documents to be affiliated; then again lines of tuitions before entering to the home... In the meantime I have to manage time to visit the bank once, it's very important. The fan is inactive from a week, have to call for a mechanic. The time of father's check-up has come, doctor seeks a visit. And when should I take ammi to doctor? At evening??

"What about your last interview Jalal? Any response?" Mohit asked suddenly being concerned about my financial condition. I got back into reality and looked at him moving my head to and fro showing a negative sign. Mohit exhaled a sad breath.

"Who had told you to leave the last job that you had joined some months ago?"He asked in fury. "The whole world is corrupted, and you will secure the flag of truth and principle alone?"

I could not say anything. This is the same question I am being asked continuously everywhere. A beggar must not be chooser. Where you have no money to fulfill the basic needs of your family you just cannot leave a job only as that company was highly corrupted and literally stealing the money of the common people. You have no right to choose between right and wrong, to differentiate between black and white, to think about your self-respect when you are highly in the need of money... But I could not. In fact I cannot even now! I cannot even fall on feet of any influential personality or to oil any powerful status-holder to get a permanent job. All I can do is to mark the job vacancies, write applications, standing in a queue, sitting in the interview and crack it well, and waiting for the never-coming response; and in the middle of that teaching lots of students from various classes and merits to earn the living. A plain mediocre honors graduate with an average result unknown to the art of promoting himself has no future other than this!

"Why don't you start a permanent coaching class? Tuition is a good business nowadays. Or you can do one thing; Buy a Xerox machine and sit beside any collage. You will become red..." Mohit kept on enlightening me with his valuable advices. I kept on listening. Who will make him understand that none will send their children in the coaching class of a plain graduate of an Arts student. I have no qualification of starting a business of education with a mere degree- all I can do is to rush from door to door of the students with a minimum remuneration. And Xerox machine? Good idea. But better is to open a tea-stall then. Will cost lower investment! And the situation is leading me to that business only at the end of the day it seems!

"Jalal!" the voice of Mohit suddenly changed. He was pointing his finger to someone. "Look who is she!"

I saw. A soothing breeze started airing in my ailing heart. She was coming towards us. Dressed in a formal shirt and denim, the hairs were tightly tied up as a horsetail, a trace of light make-up in face, a costly sunglass hiding the beautiful eyes, she was coming towards me raising a rhythm in her high-heels. I could not move my stare, like an uncultured stupid I kept on gazing at the beautiful and sophisticated lady and smiling in mind. Where is that talkative, fun-loving, mad teenager girl in this well-furnished woman?

Jodha stood in front of us and removed the glasses. Her doe-like eyes were visible now. No, those eyes have not changed a bit. Only they have touched with a little bit of maturity. She smiled at us, with a formal decent smile, and looked at Mohit. "Hello Mohit." She greeted, ignoring my existence.

"Good Morning Jo. No office today?" Mohit asked. I tried to make myself busy to leave and started trying to gulp the hot tea.

"Yup; Actually I am waiting for someone." Jodha looked at her wristwatch. "Offf how can be anyone so late!"She uttered.

"Go with Jalal na? He will leave you to your office!" Mohit suggested pointing to my secondhand scooter, with a lot of self-satisfaction of helping his friend. Why will he not? He had the direct involvement in building our childhood love story- only due to his continuous nagging I had proposed my best friend Jodha at class seven or eight! I could hardly suppress my smile. Silly Mohit! Does not he know how the life has changed?

But however, it seemed the innocent proposal of Mohit had put Jodha in hesitation. "No actually I had promised one of my friends to go with him... and also why will Jalal take trouble. He has his works too... My office is not at near..."

"If you don't want, it's okay. I am not forcing you." A man inside me suddenly spoke out.

Jodha looked at my eyes. Her eyes were hurt. I could not move my eyes from her... And meanwhile Mohit fled from the place leaving us alone. Good friend indeed.

"I was not intending to hurt you." Jodha said after a moment. "It is only as it would trouble you."

"Why will I be hurt? It's okay Jodha." I told as much formally as I could. "Say, how the life is going on? Busy?"

"Very much! This MNCs are really! They are here to suck all the hardship and materials from the employees. Worse condition than a slave!" Jodha started describing the story of her professional life. I kept on staring at her.

"And what about you?" She smiled at me. "It seems you are much more busier. I am seeing you after quite a long time! Even you do not stand on the balcony too!"

Do you even think of waiting for my glance in the balcony now Jodha? The topic brought a smile on my lips automatically. "I am busy with my joblessness." I smiled to her.

"There are so many below-standard students who are getting job, and a sincere person like you is not getting one? What a tragic situation of our country."Jodha's eyes filled with restlessness, perhaps after thinking about the demeaning condition of the country. "Even I am not much better than them Jodha, my result is very average! Negligible..."I said.

"I know what was the situation. In which situation you had to appear for exam. Uncle was..." Jodha stopped suddenly. "Even after that you managed to get the first class- it is not a matter of joke!"

"You even know about my result?" I could not help to be astonished. "But you were not here when..."

"So what?" Jodha bent her lips. "What is so shocking about it? Whom other do you expect to know about you then?" She widened her eyes with a hidden amusement in them. Her gesture let me forget about the changing life and I started chuckling like my school days. Yes, now I can find my Jo in this sophisticated lady... The little clip of memory flashed on my eyes.

Perhaps just when the new class of 11^th had started then... I was running towards the field with the football at afternoon, suddenly Jodha clutched my hand from back and pulled me behind of a shade. She was very serious.

"Listen Jalal, I have a very serious thing to discuss with you." She had told. "I think it is the time to think about the future of our relationship." I was controlling my laughter watching her seriousness in innocent face... I was quite immature that time than Jodha. At the same age, when Jodha had begun to think about the future, I was happy with my football and cricket bat; Future of relationship, commitment etc etc were not in my dictionary...perhaps it is true for every boy! But Jodha had become very serious about our love; about the sub-sequence of our relationship...perhaps after the first physical proximity of that rainy night had made her matured than her age, she had learnt to see our childish love from the different angle of a matured woman.

"See. Since our religion, culture, family background everything is different, hence it will not be easy for our parents or family to accept our relation. If anyone of elders knows about anything about us now then I am gone! So, first we have to stand on our own feet, to construct own identity to give a future and then... "

"Kitni sochti hay tu..."[You think too much!] I, laughing out loudly, had started to pull her braid; she, being angry had pulled my ear and then we started our so-called fighting- which can be termed as naughty romance in this adult age today. Really, Jodha used to think so much that time. I was carefree, never had thought that our culture or religion is completely opposite. Why should I? Did not I use to be the volunteer of any Hindu festival or cultural program in school or locality? Did not I use to play holi with my friends? Were not we the first one to be the invitees of any kind of religious celebration in Jodha's house? Did not Jodha with her family use to come and enjoy the celebration of Eid in my house? And at my sister's marriage had not she spent most of the time in our house? Then what is the difference in culture? What is the difference between us and them? And from the childhood I have known that Jodha is all mine. I have an inborn right on Jodha... I have not loved her, love and desire have come spontaneously in our friendship... How could I think that I had to fulfill so many criteria to get the right of loving her?

I was really a fool. At the age of 16 Jodha had understood well that there is a vast difference between inviting a boy of different religion in a function and accepting him as the husband of their only child. I did not pay heed that day, I have belief in my inborn right of loving my Jodha... Today I understand well, it matters. It matters a lot. The religious difference might be ignored by the economical difference matters a lot! The price of the smart-phone in Jodha's hand is equal to the total income of my family... This difference cannot be wiped out by the so-called right of love... the love of an immature school boy!

"By the way Jalal, you had joined in a financial company right? So what happened..." Jodha asked the most common question which I have to answer everywhere. Don't know why, but I became desperate to clarify my position in front of her! "Financial Company! Huh! Better you call that as a company of frauds! The team of crook!! Whatever may happen I cannot work with a gang of robbers at any cost! They were expert in cutting the head of men in daylight! Thank God that I was able to come out from the cycle, else I would have been rotting in a jail one day!"

Jodha was staring at me without a blink, and I became more desperate to clear my point. "Yes, I am mad, I am an idiot. The whole world is corrupted and here I, who has no strength in pocket, am lecturing about truth and principle! I know that an average student like me cannot afford to choose between his jobs; but I cannot change myself for some damn troubles of life..."

"Who told you to change yourself?" The hidden admiration in Jodha's voice with the gaze of her proud eyes had filled my heart in a joy of victory. The next words of her were raining drizzle of peace on me! There is still one who can understand me! "Weren't you the coolest, rock hard person of the school? How can one expect you to be changed? Everyone has to pass through tough time, but if everyone changes his values and principles then how will the world breath in peace?"

I was feeling like I am in the heaven of happiness; I started chuckling like an idiot. So, she is still not too far from me. Silly me, I think much than need nowadays. She is there beside me, she is the only person who can think from my perspective. I am honored! I am exalted.

But every dream has its end. And this dream was too short. No sooner than our conversation completed, and I was just going to propose her once more to have a lift in my scooter to metro-station as she was already running late, a black Audi stormed into the place blowing the dust of the road, declaring its presence with the proud sound of horn. My poor little scooter seemed to be negligible in front of the appearance of the car. So was the owner of two vehicles. A tall, dark and perfectly handsome young man furnished with branded outfit came out from the driver-sit; and in front of his gorgeous and graceful personality I was looking like nothing but a wet crow. And Jodha, with all the eagerness she had, rushed to him like a butterfly to a flower. Her face was shining in glee.

"What Surya, so late?" She complained to him like a little girl.

"Sorry baby, actually Dad had come from London today and so... Don't worry dear, we'll reach at time." Though I did not want to hear, but since they were too close, I had to hear.

"Let's go..." Jodha stopped suddenly, perhaps after remembering my existence. She smiled at me, and started introducing me with her new friend for whom she waits nowadays.

"Jalal, he is Surya... My colleague. And Surya, he is Jalal- my very good friend. " She introduced. The word friend' hit the ear suddenly. I gulped. I am so silly. The vacant words of sympathy were coming as the great inspiration to me and I had started to think that she is there beside me! The sudden honor that I was feeling inside me readily converted into a string of insult... I forgot to bid her special' colleague formally, and kept on staring at them with vacant eyes!

"Come on Jodha, we are getting late." The gorgeous man announced before getting into the car, and Jodha went with him; with a great gesture of chivalry Surya opened the door of the front seat, and Jodha with an excellent smile of thanking get into it. Maybe she had looked at me once before entering inside the luxurious car, but I was unable to see anything... A sheer pain was piercing my chest. Don't know why! Had not I expected something like this to happen one day?

The black Audi took on its speed, again blew a lot of dust and got lost from my sight... Perhaps the pile of dust was blown on my entity! Rubbing the eyes I sat on my scooter to start my day!

Originally posted by: sho123

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