Something Something

It is unbearable for Swetalina to accept the logic of Sangam. But whenever she analyzed alone, she gets it real. “Love is not a dream; rather a truth in life that brings a deadly change within the lovers from a world of myth to an absolute reality”. Yes it is the logic of Sangam and he acts accordingly. But why not is she able to accept it? Why it is unnatural and orthodox to her? Swetalina puzzled with herself and with the ideology of Sangam. She takes a glass of cold water but it can’t bring the calmness she desires. She started moving here and there. But she feels no changes in the situation. It is just like a cold war between her dream and her acceptance. She looks around.

Everything is in its usual place and functioning accordingly. She looks up. The fan is moving as usual. Looking down, she saw the clean carpets over which she stands. Looking around, the TV is airing the morning raga of ‘Bhoopali’ by Sunanda Pattnaik and sweet air swelling through the windows. But she felt suffocated. Sweats are there on her forehead. Swetalina picked up their photo frame. She just nodded down over the bed and looked embarrassedly to their photograph, which was taken just after their return trip from Honeymoon. Yes it was the memory of their love turn marriage, dream to reality. Swetalina mingles with the memory. She was deeply sinking into those college days.

           The anchor announced-“sweet nightingale Swetalina will rend the heartthrob song of the year from “Kuch Kuch Hota Hai”. And the entire auditorium was brushed out with clapping. Dressed with a queen pink lehenga-gaoun, Swetalina entered like a queen and crooned the heart throb song with her style. The entire hall echoed with claps and whistle. The college auditorium rejoiced like waves returning back to ocean. She left the stage with a beaming look giving towards the audiences. Once more, once more, shouting from the audience. The anchor beholds the phone and declared –“Dear music lover, the melody queen is not in a mood to sing once again. But the stage will not go blank. It is my pleasure to invite a fresh talent, who has to perform his first episode on stage in front of such mad audience. Give a big hand of courage to the fresher Mr.Sangam Kumar”. A tall youth with a nervous face entered to the stage. Dressed with loose trouser and a Tilak over forehead, that appearance made the mad audience to whistle towards the outsmart creature. Swetalina also gave an overlook from the side wings from green room.

     The youth was nervous again but starts a semi-classical gazaal of Punkaj Udash-“Mohe aye na jag se laaz, ki maine ghaar se aiee aaj, ki ghungoore tootgaye”. The depth of voice, style and presentation spellbound the mad audiences and also Swetalina, who entered to stage from green room and sharing the voice with the youth just like a iron attracted by magnet. When the song stopped, no body able to know and the big auditorium was pin drop silenced for a while. Within minute rousing claps greet the shining star with hats down by standing up in their respective places. Swetalina was mesmerized with that silky voice and stand steel. The youth shake his hand and return back from stage. That touches electrifying her body and mind. She was hooked by that youth who is Sangam Kumar, three years senior to her in class. And the rest is history.

                                 Their love starts from that stage and ended in marriage. In between they have spent five years. She never feels any fall in Sanga’s love and affection. The same spirit, the same touch, everything is there. But she feels alone now. She marks that Sanga is more inclined towards her mother and sibling rather than her. He gave everything to her mother instead of her. It is really un-bearable situation to her. And whenever she complained to Sanga, with a smile he just told her to keep patience and to adjust with. She wants to move like a free bird with her wish and whim. She wants to share with Sangam alone and alone. Nobody has to there as a part of sharing. She wants to be the queen of her own world and Sanga has to move around. It is only their world. No other entrance to their dream land. But Sangam stands  always way away from her dream and desire. She complained but the answer from Sangam is –“Something something”.

     Everything has its limitation. When it crossed the limit, there is a blast. And such a moment happened with Swetalina where she lost her temper. It was her birthday and she was desperately waiting her husband in the bedroom with a dream of a surprised gift from her husband. She is almost losing her patience, and in that juncture Sangam enters with the gift. 

     Bow fantastic! It is my dream gift. Swetalina wears the saree being given as a gift by her hubby and suggested to go for a dinner outside. But the answer just cracked down her dream and desire. Sanga told her to take the blessing of her mother first and to prepare something to celebrate with family members in the house. That reaction from her husband just ruined her dream. She is not in a mood to accept. Small misunderstanding leads to a big break. Swetalina brushed out-“I have no relation with your mother or family member. I am married to you and that’s my relationship is with you only. I am not compelled to care and share with them. My parents get me married with you and you only. You are my world. Not any one other. Swetalina started crying in anger. 

                                        Sangam lift up her gentle and told-“Dear Sweta; you are absolutely correct. But just think where from you & I come from. If you are not coming from the womb of your mother and me from mine mother, then how we come to-gather and lead this beautiful life. It is your mother who takes care of you keenly till the date of marriage. It means she enacted the role of a true and sincere care taker to give me my sweet heart. The same is also applicable to my mother who takes utmost care of me and prepared me for you. It is their sacrifice and greatness that shown us the right path for leading such beautiful and blessed life. You and me are first related to our parents and then with each other. So sharing the good moments with them is far better than celebrating in hotels or elsewhere. Don’t think my mother as an outside person; rather try to understand her and her affection. Her sentiment and sense of love that always stand like an unseen blessing with us. 

                          For my mother, I am still his kid son and you are the kid daughter-in-law. I am only yours dear because you are her realistic choice that gets me married to you. It is her love that makes our momentum rich and live. So, in this auspicious day, her blessing from heart will work for our happy life. You have nothing to lose; rather you will gain everything just by paying a simple respect. Dear, if you pay respect, then definitely get the affection. If you will take a mood of confrontation and by-passing her great sacrifice and care, then we both come under a roof without blessing and affection. Just you recalled those days, when your mother was suffering from malaria. Our marriage was just six months old that time. But my mom, despite her serious asthma, guided you to your house and told your mother to send you back after her full recovery. Even she didn’t pay attention to any complain and grumbling raised by me. Rather she stood behind you and your mental condition.

                          It is only a true understanding and to take it as something… something. Love is not a myth, not a dream. It is real and practical. In the world of love, it is not you and me; rather it is our family and relatives, our friends and well wishers. They just create the opportunity and the memento that brought both of us to this love nest. Because of their good wishes, we survive with dignity. You and I are not everything; rather we are something……something. 

                Sweta understood the truth and put her lips on the photograph. She felt sacred and great to her Sanga.