Incomplete 8 - Murdered in Love - 1

Thoughts for the day:

"There are two kinds of people in this world, one who gives advice and one who takes";

"If you want to be happy, be happy, it’s in your hands";

Ways to go… and kick start a wonderful day.

Such proverbs/ axioms are very familiar and regular displays at the school or office notice boards. There is no doubt that experience of great people enables "ordinary people" to self motivate and lead a contented life. However, this comes with ‘some’ side effects; such inspiring text induces high standards and literally disables people to function the way they wish to.

A stark look at the students who perform terribly in exams serves as the best analogy to what mounted pressure does to students. Low grades resulting in low self esteem, low confidence and just getting categorized as non performers is sufficient to kill their aspirations. This is carried forward to later stages of life – both professional and personal.

Lets not forget cases of “love” and people going through relationships either smoothly move on to the next or just don't come out of it. Suicides; not offending anyone, but labeling it as a "cowardly act" is actually a defense - all in all to stop somebody from doing an act of crime to oneself. A priceless gift of GOD called life cannot be offended. All these are debatable, finally it ends up to the last thing, and life is to live and live happily...have an optimistic approach. The lesson learnt is, it is better to argue less else you will be framed of being “pessimistic – loser’.

Meera was back. The boy was very terrified, they were in two different rooms and police had interrogated them deeply - which the kids found difficult to take. The boys’ parents were there to take him back home. Somewhere the commotion had to calm; Sharada was there to negotiate and mediate every dialogue between the boys’ parents, police and other third parties. Sharada was very composed and absolutely rock solid without any reactions. As the crowd cleared, the house looked like a “place” after a heavy downpour. Sharada was exhausted, Meera was sleeping, Nirmala excited, confused yet relaxed, Grandma continued with her chants.

The fourth day, Nirmala along with some of her close relatives was having discussions with Meera. Sharada was attending grandmother. Meera was in a state of silence, she would not respond to any of their queries. "Just leave me alone" Meera would repeat these words constantly. As the day progressed, Sharada requested Nirmala and her relatives to give some space to Meera. It was best if she was left alone for few days. Sharada gave confidence that Meera would be back to her normal state if she was allowed to live the way she wants to. Though Nirmala would argue as marriage was haunting her mind and such behaviour was not socially acceptable. Sharada could do nothing but just try to strike a balance. It was an intricate issue and tricky to convince Nirmala, however she did attempt to pacify by buying time, till then some kind of message from boys’ parents would also arrive. Offensively Nirmala’s agony comes to surface for the first time when she utters "I would not agree for that"; "we have the right guy for her, and they can shift to a different city or place". Persuading her was becoming even more unattainable. All Sharada heard was grandma retorting "Sharada you don’t get involved here, just leave it"

Sharada had now become immune to many things; she would not allow her being to get hurt anymore. These kept happening and happening all the time; thankfully she had some good friends around who kept her alive. There were incidents of lies, betrayal, allegations, and people taking advantage!! Sharada understood that this wasn’t only about her life, many had similar instances; each one behaved differently. Sharada behaved differently and that is it. The act of suicide or self hurting was attempted by Sharada and she convincingly believed that these were not acts of cowardness but lot of guts. And if she hadn’t been successful, then it was because she wasn’t that strong enough. May be the moment of suicides were the most distressing realities to her.

She always stood up and remembered various realities, one about a woman who loved, married a man and lived life very normally until she had two kids; a boy (4 years old) and a girl (hardly a year). The man met with an accident and that was the end of his life; that left three souls in this world without him. They live, fight through all odds – the woman got a decent job, built a house, made engineers out of the kids, got the girl married and boy independent. The woman probably had an option or alternative – kids alive. The woman just killed all her desires and lived for them. But whose mistake is this? What if the kids weren’t alive? Or born? She would have another marriage? Kids out of that marriage? Another death? But “hope”, a hope of past, if the man was alive, he would have stood by her throughout, got the kids best of education (all subjective); may be give her all the satisfaction of life – financially, emotionally and physically.
Life is all about moving, constant, changing, shifting and probably adjusting. A girl pregnant with twins, on the night of labour goes through so much pain only to deliver still babies. Life is all about such instances. The most important thing is about people who live that life with memories; memories of the dead one's or bygones. Sharada always wondered how parents would react to find their only daughter dead and them alive… It’s all about LIVING and that’s why we are bestowed with this precious life!
But why live a miserable life? What is that one has to prove to the world? Who means the world? There is one tale of life written here, somewhere in some part of Trivandrum, Delhi or Neyveli there are other tales growing and all of them have a role.
But when you fall in love, you fall.