Wednesday, September 23, 2009

MY BEST FRIEND, HIS GIRLFRIEND AND HER LOVER

Dots and designs of sandalwood mark her forehead

Crimson is the color of her silk Saree and that of her eyes, too

The mascara is slightly running down her eyelashes and caking her makeup

Twenty Two carat gold bangles adorn her wrists and her head is covered


In minutes from now, she is also expected to cover her face, with a betel leaf

While being carried in a small charpoy on the shoulders of her brothers

And encircled around her unsuspecting, 'to be' husband

Then the women will throw rice on the couple and blow on seashells

And in these few, incongruous moments

Which later, she knows she will never be able to recall properly

She will become Mrs Amarnath Chatterjee....


Presently, the sound of Shehnai commingling with Rabindra Sangeet, falls on her ears

She is looking like the idol of the Goddess Durga; beautiful, but inanimate

Choti is outside, knocking on the bedroom door, “Would you please hurry up?”

Ma and Baba are anxiously awaiting in the terrycloth wedding palace

That is by now, smelling heavily, of incense, marigold and butter

Amar, mildly amused by the inscrutable ceremonies, is adjusting his 'topor',

Somnath Da, adjusting his pink turban, is receiving the gift carrying guests at the gate

Her brothers' wives are seated around the burning fire,

Their chiffons sticking to their bodies in the heat

The guests have just begun their third round of Black & White and Reshmi Kebabs

Her in-laws, unaccustomed to wearing 'Dhutis', are sitting on the floor besides the priest

The priest is mumbling that the auspicious hour is fast passing them by

Maqbool is inside the bedroom, holding her hand, refusing to let go....


Thirty seconds ago, they had broken their forty second kiss

He still kissed like an adolescent, and she, still tasted like laingda mangoes

She adjusts her Saree; carefully

It's parting is still rumpled by his touch

She applies more lipstick; guiltily

Her mouth, still wet with his saliva

PART 2

He looks at her with his sky blue eyes and says,

There are going to be days

When I'm going to be needing just your body

When I'll hate you for asking Baba for money

When I'm not going to talk to you for days afterwards because of that

When I'll think of inventing new ways to hurt you

When I'll scream at you for forgetting to wake me up for the Champions League final

When I'll masturbate to Nicole Kidman in our bathroom

When I'll forget your thirty seventh birthday

When I'll suspect you of having an affair with Mr. Sukumar Bose on the second floor

When I'll smash the crystal flower vase against the bedroom wall

Come away with me



She wants to tell him,

There are going to be days

When you'll see me for whole weeks without make up

When I'll fantasize about Ankur Malhotra while in your caress

When I'll refuse to sleep with you for twenty four days after you flirt with Sonali Di

When I'll be repulsed by your touch after you decide not to have a baby in our third year

When I'll slap you for disrespecting my father

When I'll not allow you to watch the Seinfeld reruns on Sunday afternoons

When I'll say after reading the Winnie series that your poetry is pretentious

When I'll think that our ultimate, Bollywood style, runaway, wedding was a mistake

Take me away with you


Leave the necklace in the closet

Leave the winter in the ground

Leave the past all behind you

Leave the relatives, open mouthed


He pulls her closer to him and starts removing her Saree

One end of it is knotted on the back door and the other draped over the balcony

No one notices the two surreptitiously leaving the two storey house


The Royal Enfield is parked around the corner

Several Friends, a registrar, two marigold garlands and a three room penthouse

Are waiting in Jamshedpur for the two of them

Within seven hours, they will be reaching there

Then for the years to come, they're going to regale their children with stories,

About the night Baba ran off with their Ma

But for now, they drive silently, onto the Highway, into their future


PART 2

Vineeta is suddenly forty three

She has been married to Amar for seventeen years now


Maqbool, you should know that during this time, there are days

When he hesitantly holds her right hand while she cries during Pather Panchali

When he tries to make Colombian omelets she craves for during their year in Paris

When he takes a weekend off from work to take Baba out for golf after Ma dies

When he cleans her vomit from the hall floor after she's had one Bloody Mary too many

When he insists on buying her Japanese food from Yokohama after every fight,

So much so that she starts looking forward to them


It is in brief moments such as these-

That Vineeta is overwhelmed that she has chosen him

“You are

Something else”

She says once in a while


They can now resume conversations they left mid sentence, months ago

Those occasional long, long distance PCO conversations with you, notwithstanding

Her love for you is fading

Drying up, just like her now


Yes, she does think about you during some sunsets and occasional monsoon afternoons

But largely, she thinks that

You are so like a poem; intelligent but incomprehensible, beautiful but inanimate

But her tears are real

The sex is real

Rhea is real


So, now in their bed room

Amar and Winnie soak in the sunset

As if they are one person, sharing one soul, one fear, one future, one silence and one bed


In a few moments from now,

She will look out of the window and imagine seeing your face

But just then Amar would awaken and pull her back into his embrace

And for a few blissful moments after that

She will forget you

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