He and She

I met him 4 years ago, he was preparing for an exam. Not so serious about the studies . Just doing it for the sake of doing it. He asked me Bhaiyya what should i do after 12th? IT? Now whenever someone asks this question to me my first question is whether you really want to do it? Please dont do it just because thousand others are doing it. I said no. Dont go for IT just try some core branches, you can later switch to IT if you want. As expected he took my words casually. Looking at his attitude i never felt that he will get any good marks and i was right , he didnt get good marks. Now he wanted to go away from this all so requested his dad to pay some donations and get him admission. His dad refused to and forced him to repeat the same things and give another try at exams. When i met him next time he had already given his second attempt at exam and had failed again to get good marks. But his problem was not about marks it was about why did his dad refused for donations at first place? Now this guy is cursing his dad for this...and still curses his dad.

             I met her 4 years back, she was also preparing for an exam. Just out of curiosity i enquired about her marks to my uncle(her dad). Though marks were not good enough she did not seem to show that on her face. What i could see was her excitement to study and try to get marks. He asked me same question "shall i go for IT after 12 ?" now this time dont know why but i said yes to her directly. She herself started telling me that " i know it hard to do it, i know my limitations as being from a small town i need to put in more efforts but i will do it, surely i want to do it." i smiled and said ok baba go for it. Next time i met her after 4 years, i was shocked to see her. She had a 1 yead old baby in her hand, baby was crying to death and she was trying to calm baby down, while doing that aradous task she looked at me and smiled. I could not smile because i just did have any idea of what had happened. Then i got to know that she married 2 years ago, her husband is shopkeeper. She seemed happy but what i was recalling was a bubbly girl who was ready to have a go at IT and she was now suddenly nowhere with a child to eat all her time. I asked her why? Why did you marry so early? She said " dad was worried about my marriage, he thought i will get a good husband only untill i am young and FRESH. " what rubbish i said. But she was telling all this with a smiling face. No anger what so ever about what happened...she was prepared for it, aware of financial conditions of her parents she accepted it all and now was ready to take all responsibilities of her own child. " me nahi shikale tar kay zala me mazya mulala shikven" she said jokingly. Now i was in state whether to laugh or not i just smiled and came back home.
                  You might be wondering why this happens with girls ? Well the bigger questions is how do they always manage to cope up with it? God knows how she was so matured to accept it all and that boy was not. Is it because girls are more potential than boys they get so much of troubles in life? From Where does that power to accept comes? Still finding the answer but could never get it.
(this is not fiction , these incidences i have personally witnessed and the article format is inspired from article in a news paper)

India : a story of two girls

India is a country which is always in discussion for many reasons but those reasons always revolve around two girls. Mumbai and Dilli. Whatever the hell may happen to other girls in the country but these two girls always manage to take away all the glamour.

Legend goes that Dilli was elder to Mumbai. So all the workload used to be on her alone. Everyone was astonished to see Dilli's beauty and the power she had. Everyone wanted to grab her. People always thought one who can control her can control India.  Out of this illusion lot many people came to propose her. Many tried to force her but she was tuff. Only some people like mughals managed to control her for long , may be because they loved her. She also accepted their love. But her beauty and power was making others jealous and angry. So some people came and tried to take away the power from her. For that they needed an equally eligible and beautiful girl who can bear it all. But no one could find a single such girl in whole country. So these portuguese tried a master trick. They created an illusion of a beautiful girl and named her Bom bia. People started wondering what is this Bom bia. Then some asked the local guys there and locals told them that we call her Mumbai. English called Bom bia as Bombay, some got confused with Bombay and mumbai and called her Bumbai. Now problem was this new chick in the town had cought everyone's attention. So where did she come from? Some said that Mumbai was actually divided in seven parts and these portuguese did some black magic and created her. Whatever it may be but this illusion was a reality now. Everyone wanted to see how this girl looks like. Everyone found it different. Some people came to her and started dreaming about her. When they realised their dream they called her Girl of Dreams. This illusion became so real that it tried to challenge Dilli. Dilli which watching it all so calmly never complained about her. She was testing Mumbai's patience. Dilli new that this love given by people is bound to take away something. Afterall she had experienced that for centuries and Mumbai was just a new girl on the chart. One day a guy from outskirts who was also in love with Mumbai, got wary that he would not get her and decided to destroy her. That day he gave 13 wounds to her. He ran away but Mumbai was shattered. She had her first nightmare. Her confidence went down. She was so frightened that she refused to walk again. Everyone thought that this lovely illusion is going to end now. Mumbai went to Dilli and expressed her sorrow. Dilli smiled and said I have experienced this for centuries, this is your first. Dilli tried convince her " look you have to bear in mind that you will get both love and wounds of it. It's your decision whether to walk again or not. You have to decide whether your apetite for love is greater than your fear. " that day Mumbai took a firm decision that she will never show her fear to the world, all they will see is her lust, apetite that never ends. Some call it the spirit of Mumbai. Whatever you call it but she inherited it from Dilli. Some call it dilwalon ki dilli, some call it Jeevachi mumbai!!!