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SR Bose walks down the memory lane (Part 3: The breakup)
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Satya didn’t recognise this Dhaara. It was as if someone else was speaking. This troubled him and made him angrier. “What exactly did you mean by that?”
“I meant what I said” came the cold reply.
Satya mellowed down. “What I want to say is Dhaara… down the line when we will have kids you won’t need to work…. would you? I will be the breadwinner of the family. Then why do we have to go to Bombay when I can flourish well here?”
“What? Where the hell did kids come from? Do you even realise what nonsense you are blabbering? What does this have to do about me joining the Rangratna? Have you lost your mind or have you finally found your lost ego?” Anger flared in Dhaara’s eyes.
Satya couldn’t contain any longer “Ego? What ego? You so called progressive women always blame our ego. What is so wrong in you joining the Delhi theatre group? You know I will always be the primary earning member of the family so why not stay here. Either you choose Rangratna or me.” The choice is yours.
Dhaara listened to him with a wide-eyed expression (Is this the same person I fell in love with?) and said decidedly: “Yes Satya the choice is mine! And I choose to pluck and throw out that person who wants to drive my life with another ‘OR’.” She turned and walked with steady steps out of the classroom. And that was the last Satya saw of Dhaara.
He moved on and joined the National Daily of his choice and started working there.
Two years later he came to know from some common friends that Dhaara had married some Ashwin Devkar five years her senior and a member of the same Rangratna theatre company. That was the day that changed Satya entirely. The last speck of goodness if there was any… buried deep inside him… evaporated in the fire of anger and bitterness.
Satya became a callous, sharp, bitter workaholic… whom everyone called ‘The Shark’.
And what spurred all these memories? A speech by Dhaara herself! Just a day back, Satya switched on the TV to watch the evening news and there she was… all in her glory: aged but not old! The government had felicitated her for her exemplary work in keeping the art of theatre alive and thriving. With a shawl draped over her shoulders, a garland and a statue of Saraswati in her hands she looked as radiant as ever. Then she looked towards one man seated among the audience and said: “With all my heart I want to thank you Ashvin….. for what I am today and for what our children will be some day. Thank you for never curbing my dreams and doubting my intentions with an “OR”…” She smiled at her husband and her two daughters and descended the stairs. The whole auditorium burst into applause. And that applause blasted in Satya’s ears like hundred grenades going off near him!
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