Anacreon(born ca. 570 BC) was a Greek lyric poet, notable for his drinking songs and hymns.Anacreon wrote all of his poetry in the ancient Ionic dialect. Like all early lyric poetry, it was composed to be sung or recited to the accompaniment of music, usually the lyre.Anacreon's poetry touched on universal themes of love, infatuation, disappointment, revelry, parties, festivals, and the observations of everyday people and life.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

DDLJ contd.......

As is often the case, you don't realize what you have, until you lose it. This is what happened to both of them. Till only a day back, morning smiles, afternoon lunches and evening walks were part of their lives. But now, it was again a new world, unknown and terrifying. A world that was not full of her smiles and his antics. And to them it was not really what they wanted. So they decided to give it try. They began when she messaged him and told him what he always knew to be true. Yet, he wanted to hear it from her. It was important for him as it would decide where they would go with this relation.
After this they began to meet whenever they could. It felt like a dream each time they met. If they were happy when they were friends, then this was bliss. They began to understand each other better now. Now he knew why she had always built a fortress around her. Not because she afraid of getting hurt, but for the only reason that she didn't want him to suffer. He was someone she had dreamt of- funny, sensitive and warm at the same time. If you say that they were meant for each other, well you wouldn't be wrong. So their love began to blossom. There never were any demands or anxiety from either of them. Though the distance between them was great, so was the faith on which this was founded. Days turned to weeks and weeks to months, and then that happened what had always been at the back of their minds.
She was a Hindu, and he a Muslim. It's not that these two communities were very friendly in some other time, but recent events had widened the rift between these two religions even more. So when their families came to know about this, they result was as expected.
There was a firm refusal to accept the relation. They were too divided to overlook the incongruity of religion in today's world. What made it worse was the fact that the families didn't consider it wrong personally. It was a knee-jerk reaction under the societal pressure. What would people say? A Hindu marrying a Muslim? How can water and oil ever mix? It gave them shudders even to think of such a possibility. So the verdict was given. They were to forget each other as if nothing ever happened. She would soon get married to a suitable guy within her religion. He was expected to go on, do his bit, albeit without her.
They obeyed the command. They tried to live without each other. The number of mails and phone calls were drastically reduced. They, who knew what the other was doing every second, were now content with just a mail in a day. But it is not easy to forget something that was so pure. Giving up on this would mean a lifetime of doubts and reminiscences. Of course, they would get married at some time in their lives. But forever, they would wonder of things that could have been. Moreover, they found each day tougher than the previous. So finally they decided to risk it all.

They got together, and made a plan. A plan that originated with a feeling of attaining whatever the wished for, or losing it all, forever.

She went to meet his parents and he went to see her folks. This was a very courageous move. And it did not go unnoticed by the parents. It made the parents realize that this was not something that would end with time. Force might make them follow their orders. But both the children would be left a yearning throughout their lives. Asking them to give up something that was so precious to them, would not be right. Nothing could justify this wrong if it was done- no religion, no society, no relatives. The had always understood that the children's happiness was more important than anything else. But after this they accepted it.
You can say that both of them were lucky to have parents like that. And I would agree with you. Without such parents it would not have been possible.
So finally things worked out for him and her. It's not that everyone was happy with this. But those who mattered were, and they didn't care about the others.
It had always flet like they were living a dream, fearful that the dream might end any moment. But after this it became a unending dream. And as they say,
They lived happily ever after.........................

10 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

Whats this Hindu Muslim funda..Abe oye kahaniya maat bana warna main aur subir milke likhenge.Write something that you mean.

10:02 AM

 
Blogger Suchintya said...

cudnt agree more with what the above comment says... funde kyon de raha hai... ye twist kahan se aaya

10:12 PM

 
Blogger anacreon said...

People, it was just a figment of my imagination... I never asked you to think of this as my story, did I?

5:52 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

figment of imagination?? then y uch resemblance in the 1st half? and why write something that you imagied, when u can write about reality, which is sooooo much better!!!

6:36 AM

 
Blogger anacreon said...

Let's say it was inspired by reality but driven by imagination :-)
And dude, I am free to post what I like in my blog, ain't I? This is the only place I can air my views-not in office, not at home...heck gimme some leeway...

8:10 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hmm...ok, fine...guess you have the freedom of writing what you want in your own blog. but how about some reality too along with it?! we all wanna hear the actual juicy story...(atleast I know I do)...so how about now, after putting forth the 'figment of (your )imagination', you tell your readers about how it REALLY happened...that would make a great next blog entry!!!

5:59 PM

 
Blogger Cruel Intentions said...

Liar... You hid the truth didn't you?

5:08 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

dude..i just chanced upon your blog and founf DDLJ quite good.
so it drawn frm ur personal experiences or just a leaf out of ur imagination?

9:54 AM

 
Blogger Anarchy said...

mufasa aka anand..
kya yaar!!!
dhokha... ye sab to ....
well..
it was well written magar asli story hoti to kitna achcha hota :sigh:

4:54 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

wah kya story hai! wanted to ask about "ur" story for a long long time.. akhir padh hi liya... I guess this one is not very different from your own; is it??

7:26 AM

 

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