Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Love story Part Deux


Love Story Part Deux


I am in love. I love him.
How many times have you heard it? I have always thought that it doesn’t happen, I mean you know the bolly wood type of love where a young girl will try to commit suicide for a stupid boy (sorry, it just doesn’t make sense) and says I cant live without him.  And always, the girl is more educated than the boy; and then on top of it they are always from a different caste.
This happens only in India, no made in China here.
In fact, last week I was roped in to counsel this chemical engineering girl who was madly in love with a tenth pass velapanti boy of an opposite caste.  And then it is about upper and lower caste. What is this, a password definition for secrecy? This girl after two and half years of loving him and trying to improve his philandering nature and roving eye (he is simultaneously going around with two other girls; one in the village) tried to commit suicide by hanging herself from the fan.
Thank God, for no electricity. Also, a blessing in disguise that the doors break so easily, you know like a B grade potboiler. We had it all, happening in the village. The 20 something girl loves him, wants to teach him a lesson that he is missing out on her …
Where do these half-baked ideas come from? Why is life so value-less? Doesn’t she realize that love is lust? It is fickle at this stage? And taking pictures in religious places and declaring undying love is not real life. Her father is a tarpaulin stitcher; yes that is a job in real India. An India, far away from reality, rupee fluctuation, gold import, Ladakh Vandalization by the Chinese but invaded by face book on cheap Chinese knock off smart phones.
 This, all sounds so much better in Punjabi! And , she still wants to kill herself, the boy is doing what every Punjabi boy does… flying out to phoren land to work. Passport made, visa in hand, land sold and going to make dollahs.
I am at a loss; and so upset that why would an intelligent girl kill herself over a wastrel? Maybe, I don’t believe in this love

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