Ammi, Aapne Aisa Kyun Kiya? OS
Ankita had requested me to write an OS on the current scenario with Asad and Dilshaad's story. Here is an attempt on what could have been a scene today..
"17 saal pehle unhone mujhse mere abbu cheen liye, aur aaj, meri ammi." His heart piercing words shook Zoya to the core. She tried to console him but he walked away, shutting the room to his door behind him.
Zoya was in a dilemma. She could feel his pain; his tears tore through her heart. She couldn't believe that her beloved phoophi had made that decision of leaving the house and her only son. Maybe, she could talk Dilshaad out of her decision. Zoya walked over to phoophi's room.
Dilshaad had packed her suitcase and was about to lift it off the bed when Zoya entered, "phoophi, a-aap sach much jaa rahi hain?"
Lowering her eyes, Dilshaad pretended to play with the lock of the suitcase.
"Phoophi---please. Why are you doing this? Mr. Khan---aap tho jaanti hain Mr. Khan aap se kitni mohabbat karte hain-----unhein chhod kar aap kaise jaa sakti hain? Wo bilkul toot jaayenge phoophi."
"Zoya-----mujhey laga tha tumse behter mujhey aur koi nahin samajh paayega." Dilshaad gazed at Zoya with a tearful expression, "mohabbat ke bina ek pal bhi jeena kitna bhaari hota hai, yeh tho tum shayad bahut achchi tarah jaanti hogi, haina?"
"But phoophi," Zoya placed her hand on Dilshaad's shoulder, "aap theek keh rahi hain phoophi. Mohabbat ke bina ek pal bhi jeena na mumkin hai lekin Mr. Khan ki mohabbat? Aap unse bhi tho utni hi mohabbat karti hain."
"Zoya, Asad aur Najma ki mohabbat ki wajah se hi tho main yahan 17 saal Rashid se alag rahi. Tab bachchon ko meri zaroorat thi Zoya. Lekin aaj-lekin aaj Rashid ko meri zaroorat hai. Mere pyaar ne mujhey 17 saal baad pukara hai Zoya. Ab main unse aur door nahin reh sakti. Meri jagah tum hoti tho kya tum Asad se door reh paati?"
Zoya lowered her eyes. She understood where Dilshaad was coming from but her heart cried for Asad, "lekin phoophi, Mr. Khan toot jaayenge."
"Nahin Zoya. Ab tumhare Mr. Khan ke paas tum ho. Tum hi Asad ka sahara ho ab. Jaise Rashid ko meri zaroorat hai, waise hi Asad ko ab tumhari zaroorat hai beta." Dilshaad touched Zoya's face, "beta kasam khao, tum mere bte ka khayal rakhogi. Usey kabhie akelapan mehsoos nahin hone dogi. He needs you more than ever. Please promise me you will take good care of him." She kissed Zoya's forehead, turned around and pulled her bag off the bed.
Zoya tried to stop her but a determined Dilshaad had walked off with the bag in tow.
Asad heard the wheels drag on the floor. He ran out of his room but Dilshaad had reached the front door. She turned her head, gave a tearful smile to Asad and walked out of the door.
His fists clenched, eyes bloodshot, an enraged Asad lifted a vase from the side table and threw it on the floor. The noise of the shattered glass shook Zoya. She was mortified to see an angry Asad throw the coffee table books, the lamp and coffee mug to the floor.
"NNNAHHH!" He yelled at the top of his voice.
"MR. KHAN!" She ran and held him by his arms, "PLEASE MR. KHAN! CALM DOWN! Gusse se koi maslaa hal nahin hota. Please let's sit down and talk. You can't destroy everything around like that."
"TUMHEIN JAANA HAI THO TUM BHI CHALI JAO!" He bellowed, "I DON'T NEED ANYONE! MERA IS DUNIYA MEIN KOI NAHIN HAI- NA AMMI-NA ABBU-NA BHAI-NA BEHEN-NA DOST" His voice cracked as he collapsed on the ground with his face buried in his lap.
Although hurt by his words, Zoya couldn't bear to see him in so much pain. She swallowed her tears and slowly walked over towards him, stepping over the crushed glass fragments as they made a crunchy noise under her shoes.
She knelt down and placed her palm over his head. She felt the intensity of his sobs as she ran her fingers through this thick hair. Zoya sat patiently, didn't utter a word till she felt the sobs die down.
"Mr. Khan," she bent down and whispered in his ear, "are you okay?"
Asad lifted his face and stared at her, "leave me alone Zoya. Main kisi se baat nahin karna chaahta. Just leave. I don't want to talk to you or anyone right now."
"Theek hai Mr. Khan. Lekin aap please oopar sofa par baith jaaiye. Aise kab tak zameen par baithe rahenge?"
She helped him to his feet as he hobbled away to his room, gesturing her to stay away. He shut the door behind him. A disheartened Zoya knew she had to be patient with him. When angry, it was best to leave him alone for a while. She turned around and gathered all the books, glass fragments and other tid bits from the floor. She arranged everything neatly, just the way he liked it.
Then she stepped into the kitchen to prepare a cup of coffee from him.
A little while later, with a sandwich and cup of coffee on a tray, she walked towards his room.
"Mr. Khan! Please darwaaza kholiye."
SILENCE
"Please Mr. Khan. I have some coffee for you."
"I DON'T WANT COFFEE!"
"How about a sandwich? I promise I didn't make a mess in the kitchen either."
"JUST LEAVE MS FAROOQUI!"
Never a person to give up easily, Zoya sighed and rolled her eyes, "theek hai Mr. Khan. Aap tho jaante hain main kitni ziddi hoon." She walked away and decided to enter his room through his window.
As she walked into the porch, she saw him staring blankly through his window.
Hoping to get a response from him, she carried the tray with a big smile, "Room service Jahanpanah!"
He gave her a dirty look and growled, "I don't want anything. Please leave now Ms Farooqui!"
"No way! Mr. Khan, please hold this tray," she placed her foot on the window ledge so she could climb inside, "give me a hand Mr. Khan."
To her horror, Asad took the tray and threw it on the porch, spilling the coffee and bread slices all over the yard.
"Mr. KHAN! YEH KAHAN KI TAMEEZ HAI?" She asked angrily, "aapne meri saari mehnat par paani pher diya!"
"I told you I want to be left alone." He tried to shut the window on her face but she placed her hand between the window frames.
"AHHH!" She screamed as her finger got caught in the metallic frame.
ZOYAA!!!" He yelled and clasped her hand between his palms, "I-I am sorry."
He was almost in tears, guilty about hurting her inadvertently, "I didn't mean to."
"I know Mr. Khan. Main jaanti hoon aap mujhey kabhie chot nahin pahunchaayenge. Aap mujhey bahut chaahte hain aur jab koi kisi se mohabbat karta hai, wo jaan boojh kar kabhie unhein chot nahin pahunchaa chaahta. Lekin yeh baat alag hai,"She climbed through the window and landed on the sofa in his room, "anjaane mein sab se gehri chot hamare apne hi humein pahunchaate hain."
He held her hand and helped her get off the sofa, "Ms Farooqui---I am sorry again. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Ab chot tho lag gayi hai Mr. Khan. Kum se kum ek bandaid hi de deejiye." She held her bruised finger in the air, "shayad dard kam ho jaaye." Zoya lowered her voice and tried to lighten up his mood but he just looked away.
"Bandaids don't always work Ms. Farooqui." He replied dejectedly, "some wounds are too deep and can never heal with a bandaid."
"But Mr. Khan, agar koi pyaar karne waala bandaid lagaaye tho us bandaid ka asar zyaada hota hai." She smiled at him and held her finger under his nose. He relented and pulled a bandaid out from the drawer, "here you go Ms Farooqui." He taped it around her finger and glanced at her.
"Mr. Khan, I feel so much better now. Jab koi chaahne waala hamara dard baant tha hai tho dekhiye apne aap kam ho jaata hai." She twirled her fingers and then placed her palm on his cheek, "please Mr. Khan, aise akele akele apne dard se mat ladhiye. I know how you are feeling. Mujhse zyaada aapka dard koi aur nahin samajh sakta. Aap jaante hain us din jab Eid ke function ke baad mujhey abbu ka music box mila tha, I knew he was around and I knew he had probably seen me there but then he never came back. Aap jaante hain us din mujhey khushi huyi thi ki mere abbu yahain hain lekin bahut gham bhi hua tha ki wo mujhey phir akela chhod kar chale gaye. Lekin kyunki aap mere saath the, mujhey us gham ka itna ehsaas hi nahin hua. Mr. Khan, I know you feel betrayed but have you ever thought why phoophi took such a drastic decision?"
"Because she is very innocent. Wo unki baaton mein aa gayi hain. He has emotionally blackmailed her because of his illness."
"Lekin aisa bhi tho ho sakta hai ki phoophi itne saal apni mohabbat se rusvaa rahi aur ab unke sabr ki seema toot gayi ho? Remember Mr. Khan, just a few days ago, you and I were in the same situation. Jab hum ek doosre ke bina kuch hafte na reh sake, tho unhone ne tho 17 saal apni mohabbat ke bina kaate hain. Shouldn't she be entitled to live with the man she loves?"
"Zoya! Don't compare the two situations! Mr. Rashid Khan only loves himself. Agar unhein ammi se itni hi mohabbat hoti tho us ghar ke aisho aaraam chhod kar yahan aa jaate. Yahan se apni bhool sudhaar lete. Why has he taken her there? He wants his cake and wants to eat it too. Wo ammi se mohabbat nahin karte!"
"Iska faisla karne waale aap aur main kaun hain Mr. Khan? Iska faisla ya tho Khuda karta hai ya do pyaar karne waale."
"I will never forgive him for what he has done to us." Asad clenched his jaws, "he will have to pay for this." He turned to leave, but Zoya held his elbow and pulled him back, "please Mr. Khan, aap aisa kuch nahin karenge. Agar aap phoophi se pyaar karte hain, tho unki khushi ke liye unhein jaane deejiye Mr. Khan. Jo cheez aapki hai wo wapas aa jaayegi aur agar nahin aayi tho wo hamari kabhie thi hi nahin Mr. Khan. Phoophi will always love you, wo hamesha aapki ammi rahengi lekin unhein jeene ka haq hai, waise hi jaise hum dono ko hai. Please give her a chance."
"Theek hai Ms Farooqui. Main filhaal khaamosh rahoonga. Na ammi ko phone karoonga na unse milne jaaunga. Agar ammi ko meri fikr hai, tho wo khud yahan mujhse milne aayengi. And if she doesn't come, I will assume that like you, even I am an orphan."
...the end...
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