Friday, October 25, 2013

Good People: Chapter 10: Romantic Scenarios




Chapter 10


Mumbai’s international airport can become nightmarishly disorganized and chaotic in the nights due to sudden influx of unimaginably large numbers of people. The reason for this is that most of the important international flights depart at night at all kinds of odd and indecent hours. 

Shaan’s flight was to take off at 11.30 PM. Considering the other odd hours at which flights take off from Mumbai, 11.30 PM was reasonably decent time. 

Giving allowance for the time lost in maneuvering the ocean of humanity at Mumbai airport and with the menace of multiple security checks and other manmade bureaucracy, one needs to reach Mumbai airport three hours before the flight departure time. Shaan reached Mumbai airport at 8.30 PM. 

The long line at the entrance to the airport at Mumbai can easily discourage any mortal to cancel his plans. 

Like many others Shaan was courageous too. He joined the line. And so, after combating all the procedures of the airport when he settled down in the airplane boarding area, his eyes fell on a familiar looking female figure. 

He thought to himself, “Am I imagining? Or is that female really Medhavi?”

While he was contemplating all this, the female in question turned and her full face was visible to Shaan. She also met eyes with Shaan’s but quickly turned away her gaze.  

“She is pretending again. Pretention seems to be in her blood. She is pretending as if she did not see me. She is trying to dodge me very cleverly,” Shaan thought. 

On the other hand Medhavi was taken aback by this unexpected appearance of Shaan. If any person she wanted to meet least was Shaan.  She decided on the spur of the moment, “I must not allow Shaan to see me or meet me any more.” And she moved away from there so that she was out of his sight.

Shaan visited some bookstores on the airport before boarding was announced. 

He then tried to look out for Medhavi but could not locate her. He had no problem meeting her at the airport and speaking with her.

On the other hand Medhavi was avoiding him. She sat at a place in the boarding area from where she could observe Shaan’s movements but Shaan could not have seen her. 

As the boarding was announced all the passengers formed a line and started moving towards the airplane. Shaan stood almost towards the tail end of the line. He entered the airplane and reached his seat. Then after shoving his hand baggage in the overhead lockers, he settled down in the seat allotted to him. 

A lady was sitting next to him occupying the window seat. She was busy adjusting herself and did not notice her co-passenger. Same way Shaan had not noticed her till then. And almost simultaneously they turned their faces to each other and both were taken aback.

Shaan exclaimed, “Hi”.

“Hi,” Medhavi replied a bit sheepishly. She knew that she was avoiding Shaan all along and Shaan had understood it.

Therefore to save her face she said, “You are a very funny person. You had declared your love to me and met my parents. Then you were supposed to meet them again to know their mind on the matter. My parents were expecting you but you never turned up nor you had the decency to inform us your intentions. I wish I had not met you like this here. I never again wanted to meet a cheat like you.” Offence is always a good strategy of defense.

Medhavi’s words poured anger towards Shaan. She did it deliberately. She was a first rate actor. 

And she was genuinely angry too. Her parents had already decided to declare their denial to give Medhavi’s hand to Shaan in marriage. Medhavi had seconded their decision without any resistance whatsoever. In fact that was Medhavi’s own idea right from beginning. So she very much wanted Shaan to go to their house and meet her parents where her parents would outright refuse Shaan’s proposal of marrying her.

She wanted to see Shaan’s defeat. She wanted him to lose her this way by facing severe humiliation. That would have settled the score. But since Shaan did not visit them any more, she had not been able to achieve her intentions. She had a very strong reason to be frustrated and angry with Shaan.

Medhavi started getting up from her seat. She collected her purse and requested Shaan to make way for her to get out. She said, “I will sit elsewhere. I do not wish to spoil my first journey to USA by sitting near a deceiver. Please let me get out.” 

Shaan remained unaffected by her tantrums. He said, “Medhavi, if you do not like my company then I will go sit somewhere else. You need not have to do that. But do tell me about your meeting with Anji before I go from here. I know that you had met Anji immediately after I left your home that day after meeting your parents.” 

“I never met Anji that day or later. What rot you are talking about?”

“Please don’t tell a lie this blatantly. Let me now tell you that I was there on the rocks near the lake when you shared with Anji your victory over me. That was the reason I did not meet you and your parents. Hope you understand me now. Bye.”

Medhavi cursed herself for being so reckless that day. She should have been careful enough to make sure that no one was around them when she leaked her secret to Anji. She felt very horrible now thinking that Shaan must be thinking her to be stupid. She was anguished that her smartness did not work with Shaan. Shaan scored over her again.

She was almost in tears because of her yet another defeat.

Before Medhavi could utter anything, Shaan went towards a vacant seat far away from the present one. Medhavi and Shaan did not meet each other or spoke with each other till they reached Los Angeles.

At LA airport commonly known as LAX, once again by sheer accident they took their position side by side along the baggage carousel to claim their baggage. They were not aware that they stood so close to each other. Both were concentrating on the conveyor. 

Medhavi’s bag arrived earlier. It was quite a huge bag and she could not manage to get it off the carousel. When Shaan saw that the lady positioned next to him was not in a position to pick up her bag, he picked it up and handed it over to her. Then he saw that the lady was none other than Medhavi. They were destined to meet once again.

Instead of thanking Shaan Medhavi exploded, “You need not show off your chivalry. I won’t be impressed now, nor was I ever impressed earlier. I could have managed.” 

In the mean time Shaan’s bag arrived. But he waited. He knew that Medhavi was waiting for her second bag since she had not walked away after securing her first bag.

He stood near the carousel. 

As her second bag arrived, Medhavi almost tumbled down in the process of retrieving the bag from the carousel. Shaan picked up the bag with one hand and with the other he somehow managed to save Medhavi from falling on the carousel. A serious accident was avoided. Yet she could not escape some bruises.

Shaan took her to one side and made her sit on a bench nearby. She was in a kind of slight trauma. Her leg was hurt pretty badly and the blood started oozing out. 

Shaan tied his handkerchief around her wound. He gave her some water to drink. He asked her to lie down on the bench. She was in a bit of daze and she followed all the instructions of Shaan quite obediently. 

Shaan then collected his own bag and the bags of Medhavi on two trolleys and brought them near the bench where Medhavi was resting.

Soon Medhavi started feeling better. She said, “I am thankful to you. I better get going now.”

“It is not advisable to travel alone in this condition. I will escort you up to your destination. Can you tell me where?”

Medhavi was in no position to fight with him.

She replied to Shaan, “University of California. I will do my MS there. I am going to stay with Anji. She also took admission for MS at the same university. She came here a few days ago and fixed up an apartment with the help of her relatives in LA. I will share the apartment with her.”

“Let us go then. I will drop you there and then be back at the airport to catch the flight to San Jose. Luckily the layover time is sufficient for me to drop you and return in time for the next flight.”

“No, don’t bother. I have the exact directions from Anji to reach the apartment near the university. I can manage.”

“How can you manage on your own? You are still limping. I can see that you cannot even walk properly. I insist that I come with you.”

“OK. I think that suits me. OK.” Her leg started paining now. 

Then they got into a cab.  Medhavi gave the address to the cab driver. After a few minutes of silence Medhavi took the initiative. She was curious.

“Came on business?” She asked.

“How do you know?”

“I kept track. I know that you started your own company ‘Soft Act’. Am I right? So I guessed it might be in connection with that.”

“Yes. It’s ‘Soft Act’. I have a meeting with a prospective client in San Jose tomorrow. Hope it works.”

Then there was a lull for a very long period. Both of them just did not know what more to converse. The previous incidents became a barrier.

As they neared the university, Shaan ultimately spoke, “Medhavi, I do not know if we will meet in life again. So before we part each other, let me tell you that my love for you was absolutely genuine. And after hearing what you told Anji that day I can understand your compulsions. I know that getting into an inter-religion marriage is not easy and so, it is not everyone’s cup of tea. My status was still more complicated- an orphan tagged as Hindu, a child adopted by a Muslim father and a Christian mother, finally a religion less adult. So don’t worry, I have nothing against you.” 

As Medhavi was getting out of the taxi, Shaan came out and shook hands with Medhavi saying, “I wish you all the best for your future.”

Before waiting to hear Medhavi’s reply, he got into the taxi and headed back towards LAX.

Medhavi was a bit perplexed at the unbelievably decent behavior of Shaan despite being treated so badly by her. She talked to herself, “It would have been perfectly OK if he had been rough with me. If I was in his position I would have done it.”  

As she started walking towards the apartment, she retraced all of what happened from the time she collided with Shaan in the corridor of the college till the present moment and then concluded by saying, “Shaan is weird.”

She realized that Shaan’s handkerchief was still tied around her leg. She untied it. She wanted to throw it away as she did not want to have anything of Shaan’s with her- neither his handkerchief nor his memory.

But for some reason unknown to her, she kept it in her purse before she knocked the apartment’s door.

Anji came out and hugged her, “Welcome to America dear Medhavi. Tell me everything of your long journey.”

Medhavi shared every detail except any mention of Shaan.

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Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Good People: Chapter 9: Contemporary



Chapter 9


Shaan decided to concentrate on his career. He also decided to forget Medhavi. Forgetting Medhavi wasn’t easy but he knew, “Time is a great healer.” He also thought that he was in love with an image and the real Medhavi was not even closer to that image.

When Shaan graduated in computer engineering, information technology (IT) and Internet wave caught up the entire world. It was Shaan’s strong point too. 

He started his own software development company ‘Soft Act’. He had decided not to attend any more employment interviews in his country. He had no time and inclination to explain to every recruiter why he remained religion less.

Around this time American IT companies were on look out for low cost IT service providers all over the world. They were identifying the countries where there was talent and in addition those talented experts also had a good grip on English language. After an in-depth and extensive search they zeroed in on India as one of few countries in the world that could provide such deadly combination- the talent that could speak and write English and provide IT service and expertise at a low cost. 

Shaan’s company ‘Soft Act’ found this thinking of US companies as a potent opportunity. It started scouting around for some good professional tie-ups with the American companies. 

That’s how Shaan got in touch with Kelly. ‘Super Soft Technologies’ of USA was on look out for an outsourcing partner from India. It had shortlisted few companies of India. Shaan’s ‘Soft Act’ was one of those few.

Kelly was in charge of the project for which ‘Super Soft Technologies’ was on look out for an outsourcing partner. They had been exchanging some preliminary correspondence on this issue.

Now she wrote an email to Shaan saying, “Hey Shaan, how about a teleconference the next Monday, your 10 PM?”

Shaan was quite pleased to receive this invitation; in fact he was keenly looking forward to this kind of communication from Kelly. He responded immediately, “Hey Kelly, it’s OK with me.”

He keenly looked forward to the next Monday 10 PM.

On Monday at 10 PM in India, Shaan’s phone rang. He picked it up with a greeting, “Is that you Kelly?”

“Yes, Shaan. Let us get down to business. Is that OK with you?”

“Perfect,” Shaan replied.

Then they exchanged a whole lot of business related information with each other. It lasted almost forty minutes. Towards the end of the meeting Shaan asked her, “Do you need anything else? Like my more detailed personal profile.”

Kelly was surprised, “Why, you gave me everything about you and your company. I know your professional background and your technical and business strengths. I think that’s it. I have full picture of you. Thanks and bye.”

“Thanks Kelly, bye.”

After the conclusion of the teleconference, Shaan was almost shocked to realize that Kelly genuinely did not want to probe into any of his personal details. It was so much different from what he had experienced in his various interviews in India. The interviewer always got interested to know petty personal details of the interviewee. Some did it blatantly and others did it indirectly. But they did. And Shaan’s background of being an orphan, being an adopted son and legal parents having two different faiths did not go in his favor. On top of it he always declared that he was religion less. Finally it did not work out most of the times even in his business meetings. Earlier it had never worked out during his college days too.

A week later, Shaan got a detailed formal email from Kelly inviting him for a personal meeting in her office. Her office was located in the famous Silicon Valley. The exact place- San Jose.

All along Shaan carried in his heart a strong desire to travel to America and particularly visit the great places that literally are the beacons to the whole world in terms of information technology. In Shaan’s opinion San Jose was definitely one of such places. 

Shaan’s secretary put forth the following preliminary facts of San Jose to Shaan.

Located in the west coast of America, San Jose is the largest city in Silicon Valley. It is also the third largest city of California after Los Angeles and San Diego. It is the tenth largest in the entire USA. It is in true sense a global city as it attracts people from all over the world. And all of them live in harmony in San Jose.

San Jose got its name as Silicon Valley because it is the hub of many IT companies, computer and microprocessor companies and the companies belonging to high technology and engineering.

Shaan felt excitement with the idea of going to USA and San Jose.

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Stories Children Will Love http://stories-children.blogspot.com/

Monday, October 21, 2013

Good People: Chapter 8: A Global Perspective



Chapter 8

Kelly was the adopted daughter of a couple recently immigrated in USA. 

The husband Arun- an Indian and mother Yin- a Chinese became the citizens of USA some two years ago.  They got married while doing their research work in a reputed university of USA. Before coming to USA Arun lived in Delhi and Yin lived in Beijing. And they were destined to meet in USA some day later and they did. They had almost similar points of view as far as nationalities, religion, race, ethnicity etc were concerned. They were not much concerned about such peripheral issues. They were quite broadminded. It was good enough for them that they loved each other. 

After their marriage when they found that they were not capable of having a child of their own, they adopted Kelly. Plus they had promised Christie that they would adopt Kelly. 

Kelly’s mother Christie was their very close friend and colleague. She worked in the department where they were pursuing their research work.  But as luck would have it, Christie died of cancer and before she died she entrusted Kelly in the care of Kelly’s present legal parents Arun and Yin. Kelly was fourteen at that time.

In due course they adopted Kelly as their daughter.

Kelly’s biological mother was a single black American, an orphan brought up by an orphanage. Christie was born out of wedlock. She did not know her parentage and her religion. She soon turned into an agnostic. So she gave very little consideration to any religion. She further moved away from any religious inkling after her fiancé, a white, ditched her in favor of a younger girl and without any of her own faults. 

She once commented to Kelly, “Being associated with any organized religion or race does not compulsorily make you a necessarily good person. There are good and bad persons in every religion despite every religion’s commandments. And good people are good because they follow the real good commandments of life irrespective of the imperfections of the commandments of their own religions.”

Deception by her fiancé left deep painful scar on her mind. 

Emotionally torn by this incident, the single mother decided to remain single and nurtured Kelly to become a confident and independent young girl. As per wishes of Kelly’s real mother, Kelly completed her graduation and later her PhD after her present parents adopted her. 

When Kelly’s mother Christie came to know that she suffered from cancer and it was already in the advanced stage she had met Arun and Yin at their home. Arun and Yin already knew about her worsening condition.

She said, “As a good friend can I request you to look after my Kelly as your own child? Perhaps this might be our last meeting at you home.” And she grasped the hands of Yin in hers with tears in her eyes. 

Yin squeezed her hands in affirmation.

“Also let her pursue her graduate studies. I also have a strong desire that she should ultimately get a PhD. I want her to be intellectually, emotionally and economically independent after I am gone. Higher education does good things to people. And don’t worry about the money. I have saved enough and you can use it for all of her expenses,” Christie urged to Arun and Yin.

They promised to look after Kelly as per Christie’s desire.

That was their almost last meeting. Christie could not keep good attendance in the office and Arun and Yin got very busy writing their thesis. They did meet Christie on a few occasions but only for a few minutes at a time as she was already hospitalized soon after the meeting at their house.

After the death of Christie, Arun and Yin coaxed Kelly to stay with them. Knowing her mom’s last wish she agreed. She also agreed to pursue her PhD and with her hard work she completed her studies in just about three years. She also agreed to be adopted by Arun and Yin as their daughter. She had started liking them lots. She thought that they were excellent people.

So by now Kelly was a beautiful and highly learned woman ready to launch her professional career. She was strikingly beautiful with sharp features of her mother and the color that was a perfect blend of the colors of her father and her mother. 

Most of all she was a good human being.

So here was a girl born to a black mom, a white pop and adopted by a couple consisting of Indian American and Chinese American. Perhaps such a thing is probable in very few countries of the world. US could be one such rarity. 

Obviously Kelly did not belong to any religion. Being an independent thinker she had concluded by now the futility of attaching herself to any religion. Her deep studies and keen observations on the subject more than convinced her that no religion could offer or add more value to her existence any more than what she was enjoying being only a human being and not being labeled a Christian, Hindu, Muslim, Jew, Buddhist or Sikh or any other. Additionally even her adopted parents did not make any fuss about her non-alliance with any religion because of their own thinking, clarity and broadmindedness in this matter.

And no one dared to ask or probe into her religious or ethnic identity in USA. On paper, since the 1970s Americans tended to agree about the constitutionality and justice of guaranteeing equality of civil rights and liberties to all individuals in the country, regardless of race, ethnicity or gender. 

However, in reality one could always question whether such equality was a real thing in USA. Yet many individuals, societies and organizations did believe in it truly and followed it in spirit and to the letter. Kelly found not too much difficulty in finding a high profile job in such an organization though it was not all that easy.

In four of her earlier interviews, the recruiters tried to pry or probe into her religious and ethnic backgrounds directly or indirectly. Kelly had point blank asked them, “Are you aware of the constitutional stand on it?” Then the recruiters retracted but did not recruit her saying that her profile did not match the job requirements. So there were always some smart and fishy ways of circumventing the spirit of constitution of USA by those who were bent upon doing it.

Finally she had stumbled on her present employer ‘Super Soft Technologies’. Her present employer had the record of disqualifying and blacklisting the interviewers who were found asking questions pertaining to race, ethnicity, religion, sex or other such things of the interviewees. She came to respect this company more and more in due course of her employment there.

And she had maximum respect for her mom who had once told her, “You are lucky to have three different people around you- me as your mother and you new parents-to-be as your parents. You can learn so many different and good things from three different people having three different backgrounds. But make sure not to pickup the wrong things from any one of us from anyone else.”

Kelly always treasured this conversation in her mind.

She promised to herself that she would forever remember the essence of this advice of her mom whether it was related to a person or an organization or an organized religion. Take in good of all and shun bad of all.

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Stories Children Will Love http://stories-children.blogspot.com/

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Good People: Chapter 7: Interesting Reading




Chapter 7

Shaan did not reach his hostel room. Under the circumstances in which he was, his trained legs led him automatically towards the rocks at the bank of the huge lake some distance away from the hostel. Whenever he needed to think over any issue of importance he went to these rocks near the lake. The recently concluded meeting with Medhavi’s father and more so, Medhavi’s sharp reaction presented an important issue. 

He needed to think. He needed solitude. The serene atmosphere of the rocks and the lake facilitated in bringing home the clarity of thinking he needed. For a while he sat there all alone camouflaged by the rocks. Before he could start pondering on what happened at Medhavi’s place, he heard the giggle of a girl from another rock some distance away from where he sat.

“Why are you giggling like mad?” asked another girly voice.

The giggling girl somehow controlled her giggle and answered, “Wait a minute. Let us settle down on these rocks and I will tell you everything. I needed to share my victory with you. You are after all my best friend. Good thing, you were in your hostel room and I could drag you out here. I was impatient to spill out everything.”

Shaan’s curiosity got aroused as if it was a scene from some mystery movie. He shifted closer to the rock where the two girls were sitting. He made sure that they did not see him. He could not see them nor could he put a finger on whose giggle and whose voice he heard.  

Then he heard the giggling girl say something in whispers, “Anji, boys are real fools. And if the boy is weird one claiming that he is religion less, he acts still a bigger fool.”

The last remark made Shaan to bring his ear closer to the rock behind which the girls were whispering now. He wanted to hear more.

Obviously Anji could not have made out what the other girl was hinting at as she enquired, “Come out straight Medhavi, don’t talk so mysteriously and stupidly.”

Shaan got a jolt. He thought, “Oh! Then these two girls are Medhavi and Anjali (Anji for her short name). So Medhavi is trying to leak out secretly something about me to Anji- her best friend who lives in the girls’ hostel nearby.”

“This boy thinks that just being a topper in the university makes him eligible to propose me,” Medhavi quipped.

“But I thought you two were already in love with each other. What’s wrong if he proposed?”

“Anji, the love thing was a put-on from my side from the very beginning. The fool thought I was in love with him. I wanted him for a short while for myself, but for an entirely different reason. I wanted to learn the tricks of trade from him so that I could achieve my ambition of topping the university.”

“And you missed it and you are annoyed with him and want to take the revenge on him? Is that true? You are a first rate mercenary.” 

“The reason cannot be exactly the way you put it. The main reason is I never thought of loving him or marrying him because I knew about his social background. He has no social background- he is a religion less creature.”

“What do you mean?”

“Anji, Shaan does not belong to any religion. A couple- wife a Christian and husband- a Muslim adopted him from an orphanage.”

Anjali interrupted Medhavi, “The he must be either a Christian or a Muslim.”

“No. His legal parents were undecided about it. Though they themselves had got into an inter-religion marriage, for some reason they could not muster enough courage to decide the religion of their adopted son. So he grew up without being given a religion.”

“But he can now embrace anyone of his legal parent’s religions. He is quite an adult and has freedom to do so.”

“And Shaan has decided. He does not believe in being a part of any organized religion. He is weird. As per him he wants to remain liberated, does not want to be constrained by the narrowness of the existing religions, their lack of generosity and their enforced rituals.”

“Oh! It’s definitely a problem then for you. I cannot visualize even myself getting married to a religion less person. But why did you encourage him? And you talked about your victory. What victory?”

“Oh. I was mad. I wanted to take my revenge. This year again he did not let me top the list.  This was our final year and my last chance to be the university topper. Topping the final exam has been my biggest ambition all these years. As usual Shaan put a spoke in my ambition. I cannot pardon him.”

“So, where comes your victory? It is he who really won. He topped again.”

“No. I wanted to hit him harder than he did to me. I pretended that I was in love with him. Finally I encouraged him to talk to my parents and he did today. I knew that my parents would never agree for this marriage. They are devout Hindus and cannot think of marrying their daughter to a boy who belongs to any other religion. And Shaan is a far cry from it- he does not belong to any religion whatsoever.”

“My, you are a heartless person. So finally your parents refused. And you must have refused too by saying that you cannot displease your parents? Is that true?”

“Not exactly that way. My parents have been more civil with him than the way you put it. They have requested Shaan to give them some time to think and I reiterated the same to Shaan.”

“Will Shaan meet your parents again? He must have been mighty upset with you for not supporting him in his meeting with your parents. You towed your parents’ line.”

“Yes. Yet he will meet my parents. I am sure he will. He has deeply fallen in love with me. But I will pose helpless when he visits them next. My parents will declare their decision and I will go along with them somewhat indirectly. I will want to see his face getting disappointed in his ambition of marrying me. That will equalize.”

“But tell me had you topped the university would it have made any difference. Then there wasn’t any case of a revenge.”

“Revenge? No. But even then it would have been the same way. I can never think of marrying a person who does not belong to any religion. And of course I will always prefer a Hindu boy that too preferably from my own community.”

Shaan listened to this entire conversation between Medhavi and Anjali quite intently. Initially he felt hurt but soon controlled his emotions. By the time he heard their conversation up to this point, he became quite at ease with himself.

He enquired to himself, “How could I ever fall in love with this kind of crooked girl? I now feel as if I didn’t know her at all. The real Medhavi was a stranger to me.”

But he also felt downcast and dejected.

However, he was glad too that before he made a fool of himself in yet another meeting with Medhavi and her parents he came to know all of Medhavi’s intentions. So his job was done. He saved another meeting with Medhavi and her parents.

Medhavi would soon go out of his system.

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Funny (and Not So Funny) Short Stories http://management-anecdotes.blogspot.com/
Stories Children Will Love http://stories-children.blogspot.com/

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Good People: Chapter 6: Story of the Subtleties of Life

Chapter 6

In the living room of Medhavi’s house, it was time for conference between Shaan and Medhavi’s father where Medhavi and her mother also presented themselves.

To Shaan everything around him looked bright and nice. The setting of the drawing room appeared very congenial to Shaan. He noticed the subtle decorations in the room and he felt pleased. His thoughts got filled with anticipation of a positive outcome. 

While it is normally dreadful for most of the sons-in-law in the making to meet their prospective parents-in-law, Shaan was the exception. In fact he was looking forward to meet his future parents-in-law. 

Shaan knew that it would be a cakewalk. After all Medhavi loved him so much. She would have shared that fact with her parents and the conference was a mere formality. 

Medhavi introduced Shaan to her parents and her parents to Shaan little more formally today, though Shaan had met her parents a few times earlier as a friend who was guiding their daughter in her studies. Then Medhavi’s father broke the momentary silence that prevailed in the room after exchanging the usual introductory pleasantries.

“Shaan, my daughter tells me that she likes you a lot. She is all praise for you that you are a brilliant student and the university topper. She told me that she just couldn’t match you in her grades despite her very hard work at the studies all these years. I am sure that with your extraordinarily bright career, you will bag a very good job and flourish in life. Yet, just like any other father of a daughter in addition to getting to know you, I will also like to know your family background. Hope it’s OK with you.”  

“Sure. Do you mean about my parents?”

“Yes about your parents, other relatives. Your brothers and sisters. The usual stuff.”

“My mom and dad are very fine parents. They are very well placed and highly educated. Both of them are M.D. My father is a surgeon and my mother is a gynecologist. They are quite reformed to the extent that they had an inter-religion marriage in the days when even talking about it was a taboo. I am an adopted child brought home from an orphanage. I have no brothers and sisters. My dad and mom were outcast from their respective communities after their bold act of entering into an inter-religion marriage and so I cannot claim to have any relatives too.”

Medhavi’s mother went into a shock to hear this description of the background of the candidate for their future son-in-law. Medhavi’s father was shocked too but he controlled his body language. Medhavi had not supplied this background information of Shaan to her parents deliberately, as a part of her plan.

Medhavi’s father continued, “Just as part of some curiosity, what are your parent’s religions? And did they know your religion when they brought you from the orphanage?”

“My mom follows Christianity and my dad adheres to Muslim faith. They had decided this kind of arrangement at the time of their marriage. The orphanage had declared me a Hindu I don’t know on what basis. My parents did not hesitate adopting a Hindu child. They were quite overboard then, didn’t mind these petty things.” 

“Then, what religion they decided for you?”

“Frankly they could not. In bringing me up, they could not decide on many issues for me. While marrying each other and in adopting me they had shown enormous maturity of mind, but they could not cross the threshold level of maturity that was required for deciding on various things for their adopted child.”

“I don’t get you,” Medhavi's father obviously wanted a detailed explanation on this sensitive issue.

“For example, there were serious differences of opinions among my mom and dad regarding some rituals. Should I be ‘circumcised’ like a Muslim or ‘baptized’ like a Christian or like a Hindu should I be administered through ‘yagyopavit’ or ‘upnayan’? Then there was the question of what should I eat or not eat- each religion has some restrictions and some permissions. Which ways I should pray and should I pray Allah or Jesus Christ or the Hindu gods? They would argue a lot and finally give up keeping the matter pending for decision at a later date. They went on postponing decisions on such matters and also my affiliation to any religion. They were afraid of losing each other if they did.”

“You mean to say that you do not follow either of your parent’s faith?”

“No. They were quite undecided till late. Since I am an adult now, recently they allowed me to decide on this matter.”

“Then it’s easy for you. You can adopt Hindu religion. You told earlier that you were a Hindu as per the orphanage’s record. So logically you could adopt Hindu religion since it is on records.”

“How does it matter? Even that might be incorrect. How did the orphanage ever know if I was a Hindu or Muslim or Christian or Sikh or some else? Some one had left me at the orphanage’s doorstep on the second day of my birth. The orphanage in-charge just gave that tag to me as per his own thinking which I do not know. Therefore I have decided that I will not like to attach myself to any organized religion.”

The conference was definitely taking a serious turn and everyone in the room was becoming aware of it.

Medhavi’s father declared in the midst of such seriousness that he and his family would need some time to think. 

“Does my religion less status bother you? I wonder if it bothers Medhavi. She loves me and I love her- that should be quite sufficient. My brain, skin and blood are no different than that of her and all of you. This expression may sound like a cliché to you but I mean it.”

Shaan looked at Medhavi, he needed her support.

Medhavi interjected a bit sharply, “Shaan, hold on. Give my parents a chance to think. They are quite broadminded and it will be OK finally.” 

Then the conference got dismissed abruptly. Shaan wondered at Medhavi’s stance.

Medhavi did not even escort Shaan when he walked out. Shaan sensed indecisiveness in the body language of Medhavi.

But he was not hurt. He had the practiced realization that it was happening again. He was refused jobs during campus placements and other job interviews despite being a topper and he was now on the brink of refusal from his sweetheart and her parents.

He walked to his hostel room all alone.

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