No one ever told his story. It was always what the
girl wanted or what she had in mind and they said it was scary and difficult
for the girl in arranged marriage. Has anyone ever asked whether lovely wanted
anything?
It was always, oh your father has died and you need to
step up to look after the business. Why bother with studying? That can come later.
Anyway, you didn’t score a great percentage in your boards. Family business hi
to sambahalana hain, to kya farak padta hain.
His life was based on this chalta hain attitude. This
is what was applied to his life. Work, work, work and now get married. It was
obey the elders all the time. Why did he have to be a Ram manush? He should be
a Casanova, painting the town red. His town was on the crossroads, thus so many
girls in the four-city radius and here he was sitting in front of a sadu girl,
who wore such a chatkila orange kurta and a tight pajama. Did she not know of
fashion? Wasn’t it too ho tot wear such bright colors? And she was supposed to
be an Urdu shayari lawyer madam with weird tastes in reading. Apparently, she
read everything that was printed, thus the brown framed glasses.
She didn’t even smile, nor did she ask anything. A
simple Namaste was what she said, and she sat down.
Lovely so named because his Dad thought he was a
lovely baby and the name stuck. And, it was till date his name.
Lovely was a hardworking man, not a boy anymore, his
beard had recently sprouted its first grey, and it didn’t bother him.
Why was he supposed to say yes to a girl who had
called him Lovely shovely , written him off because he was not educated enough,
was not sophisticated enough as she told her friend.
She might have vidya , but didn’t have buddhi..
And looking at her, he wondered what fate had in store
for him?
And who was she to make fun of his name, with a name like nitu -shitu it was as if the Gods had conspired against him and were having the last laugh.
Hanuman ji , mein aap ko saal kela doonga , bachayo...
Allah mein, yay khatoon se mujhe bacha do...
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