Sacrifice Of Dreams

‘See! How she came up here with so much pride! You kid of a whore!'-someone shouted from the crowd and they began to laugh hysterically.

'What you're going to write ahead of hour's father name.huh?!' another one shouted and they laughed again.

As it is rightly said 'the tongue is no less than arrow ejected from a bow' and those fierce words coming out from their mouth went right down her heart.

She was weeping like a child while holding the sides of her head and her classmates never miss a chance to put salt on her wounds.

Janvi was an average student but time and situations made her real tough. Does having a father or at least having a name of the father is really that much important in the society? Well, that's the gift from patriarchal society which has developed a rebellious nature towards it.

However, at times she hates herself too. This day served exactly the same when she hated her existence.

Holding admit card of 10th grade she stomped towards her mother and said 'Mom, who is my father? Who the pest has thrown me into your womb and never came back here again? Would you talk to me mom I can't bear this sh!t now?'

Malti- ' Would you like to take some tea or coffee? I could even make your favourite potato McCain's too!'

Janvi - ' I want to know the truth, Ma, and don't defy me with your words, if you've really cared about my likes and dislikes why wouldn't you let me became a singer?'

Malti became furious and slapped Janvi right on her face.

'You! Really want to know the truth, now listen, I was kidnapped, they gave me different-different types of torture that you could ever imagine in your life. When I turned 19, I was pushed into this business. Every Freaking day my consent was robbed and sold in a bid.

Demons came in through this door wearing clothes in the form of a human.

Janvi- 'So, don't you know who he is?'

Malti- ' It was winter. That day I had dealt with 6 clients. I got frustrated already with this shit, then I found a middle-height, young guy, black, with a pale face, like his life has already ended him coming through the door.'

I was smoking at that moment 'could you tell me one thing, how you've been here? You got such an innocent sheepish face?'

Janvi- 'then?'

Malti- ' He didn't speak up. This makes me angry even more. I got agitated and told him.' You're my 7th client of the day. In this world, people like you came here with a blanket of innocence throw their money off, then, Bham! Wham! Thank you, mam. GONE.

Why wouldn't the world have a name for people like you? We been called Whore? We been called Slut? And What More? But you, Man people like you get away with it. It's because of people like you we been pushed into this dirty business and our consent gets sold.

Now, would you talk or just keep on sitting like a dumb asshole.'

He then spoke -' my name is Jitendra (Mean- A man who conquered all his senses) but I'm the biggest loser of this world.'

This made me laugh. I told-'Yeah, you even look like that. So, Mr. Broke Heart, tell me who left you?'

Jitendra- 'Nobody'.

Malti-' then tell me what happened Asshole, Why have you made such a face?'

Jitendra- ' You told me that world called you a slut. I don't know what would world called me but I don't want to ruin the life of any girl whatsoever. That's why I'm here'

Malti-' I'm not good with riddles. Could you please be clearer. Take this cigarette, it will help you out.'

Jitendra took a deep breath after smoking cigarette and told Malti-' I'm suffering from brain tumour my doctor told me that I've very less chance of survival. I could sense the Lord of death near me.'

Malti-' Duh! You could touch me anyway. But don't make fake stories to rob my heart.'

Janvi- 'then?'

Malti- 'I just look into those eyes they were like they want to say a lot but somehow they are lost of words, they were filled with tears.'

Janvi-' And, You got melted. See, that's the problem of us No matter, how strong we girls could become, we ended up losing our shit on things like these.'

Malti-' He looked exactly like you, same eyes almost same face-cut, stubborn, even he wanted to become a singer.'

Janvi's eyes got wider with amusement. She astonishingly told her-' then why you stopped me from becoming a singer? He is alive in me'

Malti-' this stereotypical strangling society will not let us do so. We got to make our own presence and for presence we need power and when you got this power you will get the freedom to expand your wings like an albatross hand by hand.'

Janvi-' I'll get respect when I'll be a singer.'

Malti-' why don't you understand every artist and art form has a phase. First, they grow, people flocked towards it and then they got bored after passing of a certain amount of time a new artist or art emerges and takes place of the previous one. Becoming greatest of all time is only a matter of luck, God's grace and extreme hard work. Only one in a million artists had such a chance. What you long to be is almost impossible.'

Janvi-' Leave that thing now tell me what he was up to, did he visit here after that?'

Malti-' He was a son of jeweller.’

Janvi-' Oh! He was a big fat guy from a big family. He would've spent his life doing this quite often.'

Malti-' I don't think so, He talked to me over the phone quite regularly but he left the world after four days of the visit. Destiny had different plans for us.'

Malti began to weep and Janvi was trying to console her.

After 6 years,

Janvi took the newspaper in his hand 'Ma, look at this'

Malti started reading- ' Janvi topped IAS Exam from Bengal Cadre.' This hit her so hard that she was filled with the tears of joy she thought as if her life was successful.

She hugged Janvi and told her -' we got successful. My nihilist life finally has a reason, a contentment to breathe for.'

Both of them were on pure ecstasy. Then Janvi's cellphone rang and people began to congratulate her one by one.

After 1 year,

Malti-' you look so happy, what happened my dear?'

Janvi-' Mom, I got a chance to sing on a TV show Rising Star and for that, I got to reach Bombay.'

Malti-' but your job?'

Janvi-' Please don't stop me Mom, this time?. I could manage holidays of 2-3 months.'

Malti-' Ok! Then go fulfil your dreams beta'.

After 3 days,

Janvi found herself on the stage of a rising star for her performance.

An introductory video of how her life was all about ran on the big screen. An aura of flustered emotions spread all over the set

Diljit-' you’ve faced this much and still didn't give up. Salute to your Vivacity.'

Janvi-' I want to speak something but if I do it now I'll be in tears & I don't want that before my performance.'

Mic Controller (MC)- ' So, what you're going to sing for us today?'

Janvi - ' It's one of the great songs composed by AR Rehman's Sir, Maa tujhe Salam'

M.C -' Your Highness, you could go behind those walls and get yourself ready for the performance. And Audience Please Check-in on your phones for Janvi and if you like her performance, make sure! to green swipe it.'

Janvi's performance expands up to 3 minutes. Shankar Mahadevan, a renowned judge talks to her first-' What a mind-blowing performance you've given Janvi, beta. I've swiped green the moment you pitched notes for the chorus of the song. I got so! so! Happy for you. Now tell us what you want to speak to us?'

Janvi-' Often we get stubborn that we only got to pursue our dreams. But I could say that if we have the courage then we could fulfil our own dreams as well as dreams of the ones who are ours.'

Tears roll down from her eyes on the cheek. Diljit went to the stage gave her salute and told her 'Welcome! To Rising Star.'