Yes, Success comes with a price tag
Posted On Sunday, April 08, 2007 at at 22:48 by rk rishikesh sinhaThey were shadows of each other. Their hearts found a single pulsate. They smiled and cried together, dreamt of each other. But the cunningness of time changed everything. The shadows were no more visible; hearts started beating differently and the smiles and cry dissolved forever. That's the story of a girl and a boy - their relationship thick like blood drained out - perhaps, taking a sore part.
Their story started as usual like we all witness in our lives. But rarely it happens in a usual looking chit-chat in chatrooms and later to incessant phone calls taking the colour of love.
The girl Anamika whom I knew from my graduation days was a shy, wearing heart in her sleeves type of girl. She was smart and intelligent in every aspect. She hardly had any body in her immediate friends circle. She used to shy away specially from boys, may be because of her inherent choosy nature or social/family objections to mingle with the opposite sex. She hardly comes to terms with human creatures, living quietly in her own world with her own thoughts. She always dreamt of becoming a journalist, a reputed journalist. She was inspired by the thoughts of her idol Swami Vivekananda . But... her wings of dreams were tried to cut in every possible manner by her parents and by her immediate relatives. The cruelty and the barbarism she suffered, frankly speaking, I heard only in the films and in the books. She was tortured mentally, physically and her wishes were trampled mercilessly in her own home, by her own people.
The saddest part of the story is that all this was happening when I was her major part of life. Call it greatness of womanhood; she was sailing in the turbulent water of life but she was caring me by calling me, instructing me about my career and in every possible way a friend could expect to do. On the other hand, she was just another 'friend' for me, a caring and devoted friend. I like her, as she was different from other pesky girls those who were around me in my college days. Boys are really emotionless fools, a buffoon in reading feelings. Their eyes are veiled by maya. And I am the one in the list of fools......Though Anamika doesn't believe so.
Swayam, a virtual anonymous called her, enchanted her, at least for a moment made her forget her 'then present' tumultuous time. His call appeared as a musical note in her life, he was an unseen angel. His voice was lively, compassionate and full of life, creating a magic that would wash away all the sorrows from her life during the period of their conversation. Series of calls amounted to thousands. She enjoyed his jovial disposition. Dreams were shared between them. He offered his helping hand as a good friend to Anamika. He promised never to part ways from her. Mumbai, the city of dreams, like many others was Anamika's dream destination too. Say it the coincidence - Swayam was from Mumbai. He arranged lodging and a job for her in the big city. A friend doing so much for a girl in an unknown city is really praiseworthy, hardly ever seen especially in metros where relatives want to get rid of their relatives at the earliest possible way. He became an anchor in her life. He was her friend, a guardian and her soul mate. Not a single day left in their lives in Mumbai when they weren't in touch with each other. Reliance-to-Reliance free call - came as a big prize. They were in touch 24 X 7. In a big city like Mumbai, brimming with all walks of people, Swayam and Anamika were the two people who were always together. Their love took confirmation even from Anamika's parents. Her parents liked Swayam very much.
Anamika started working in a newspaper. Though she was lowly salaried, she enjoyed each and every moment of her life as Swayam was always there with her. With passing time, their love blossomed acquiring new colour and fragrance.
The nice part of the story is that the dream both have seen in terms of professional achievements took root from Anamika's fetching a job in a reputed television channel. By the time, their association in Mumbai had already elapsed one and a half year. And the bitter part of the story is that Swayam, who was certain to get the job of a graphic designer in a television channel, lost his dream on the way due to great 26/7 floods of Mumbai. His recruitment got cancelled for a institutional mess in the company.
Someone had rightly said "success is sweetest for those who never succeed". No doubt, for Anamika, getting into the citadel of journalism was success and she was on cloud nine, coming as a medium to answer back those who had doubts in her capabilities. But she had to bite the bullet of success when she didn't receive any positive response from Swayam even a small gesture of offering congratulation for getting the dream job.
His blurred, low, unenthusiastic comments on her new venture was killing. The long association of two souls, two-success came to abrupt halt. There were no phone calls concerning about each other. And some, which were made, were dead like stone, carrying stony look and tempo.
Anamika, never in her dreams ever thought that dreams comes with a price tag. Now, friends what will you choose – success, which gives recognition, sense of belongingness, or love, the eternal love. Ponder………..
About me, well friends………..
Their story started as usual like we all witness in our lives. But rarely it happens in a usual looking chit-chat in chatrooms and later to incessant phone calls taking the colour of love.
The girl Anamika whom I knew from my graduation days was a shy, wearing heart in her sleeves type of girl. She was smart and intelligent in every aspect. She hardly had any body in her immediate friends circle. She used to shy away specially from boys, may be because of her inherent choosy nature or social/family objections to mingle with the opposite sex. She hardly comes to terms with human creatures, living quietly in her own world with her own thoughts. She always dreamt of becoming a journalist, a reputed journalist. She was inspired by the thoughts of her idol Swami Vivekananda . But... her wings of dreams were tried to cut in every possible manner by her parents and by her immediate relatives. The cruelty and the barbarism she suffered, frankly speaking, I heard only in the films and in the books. She was tortured mentally, physically and her wishes were trampled mercilessly in her own home, by her own people.
The saddest part of the story is that all this was happening when I was her major part of life. Call it greatness of womanhood; she was sailing in the turbulent water of life but she was caring me by calling me, instructing me about my career and in every possible way a friend could expect to do. On the other hand, she was just another 'friend' for me, a caring and devoted friend. I like her, as she was different from other pesky girls those who were around me in my college days. Boys are really emotionless fools, a buffoon in reading feelings. Their eyes are veiled by maya. And I am the one in the list of fools......Though Anamika doesn't believe so.
Swayam, a virtual anonymous called her, enchanted her, at least for a moment made her forget her 'then present' tumultuous time. His call appeared as a musical note in her life, he was an unseen angel. His voice was lively, compassionate and full of life, creating a magic that would wash away all the sorrows from her life during the period of their conversation. Series of calls amounted to thousands. She enjoyed his jovial disposition. Dreams were shared between them. He offered his helping hand as a good friend to Anamika. He promised never to part ways from her. Mumbai, the city of dreams, like many others was Anamika's dream destination too. Say it the coincidence - Swayam was from Mumbai. He arranged lodging and a job for her in the big city. A friend doing so much for a girl in an unknown city is really praiseworthy, hardly ever seen especially in metros where relatives want to get rid of their relatives at the earliest possible way. He became an anchor in her life. He was her friend, a guardian and her soul mate. Not a single day left in their lives in Mumbai when they weren't in touch with each other. Reliance-to-Reliance free call - came as a big prize. They were in touch 24 X 7. In a big city like Mumbai, brimming with all walks of people, Swayam and Anamika were the two people who were always together. Their love took confirmation even from Anamika's parents. Her parents liked Swayam very much.
Anamika started working in a newspaper. Though she was lowly salaried, she enjoyed each and every moment of her life as Swayam was always there with her. With passing time, their love blossomed acquiring new colour and fragrance.
The nice part of the story is that the dream both have seen in terms of professional achievements took root from Anamika's fetching a job in a reputed television channel. By the time, their association in Mumbai had already elapsed one and a half year. And the bitter part of the story is that Swayam, who was certain to get the job of a graphic designer in a television channel, lost his dream on the way due to great 26/7 floods of Mumbai. His recruitment got cancelled for a institutional mess in the company.
Someone had rightly said "success is sweetest for those who never succeed". No doubt, for Anamika, getting into the citadel of journalism was success and she was on cloud nine, coming as a medium to answer back those who had doubts in her capabilities. But she had to bite the bullet of success when she didn't receive any positive response from Swayam even a small gesture of offering congratulation for getting the dream job.
His blurred, low, unenthusiastic comments on her new venture was killing. The long association of two souls, two-success came to abrupt halt. There were no phone calls concerning about each other. And some, which were made, were dead like stone, carrying stony look and tempo.
Anamika, never in her dreams ever thought that dreams comes with a price tag. Now, friends what will you choose – success, which gives recognition, sense of belongingness, or love, the eternal love. Ponder………..
About me, well friends………..