Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Game of Blogs - Midway through the heart

Team : Qissa

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Lonely Star

Tara headed towards her office after having a cup of green tea and cheese toast. While her office was just a furlong distance from home, it consumed around an hour to reach one way every day.  She propelled her car into the short lane next to the signal avoiding the piled up traffic. Little did she know that she was taking the wrong road.

She impatiently muttered “ Urgh..what the hell is happening? Why is this bloody traffic moving at snail’s pace? Oh..God..I don’t want to look like a careless dumbo in front of the foreign delegates. All because of Shekhar and his senseless arguments early in the morning.”

Tara was a career-oriented woman and wished desperately to shine in her line of work.

“You were born to win, but to be a winner; you must plan to win, prepare to win and expect to win” she constantly told herself.

She had spent a lot of energy and hard work to reach the current position. She was now leading a young team of media planners. It was certainly true that she was always the limelight of the innumerable presentations. She enjoyed the attention she received from heads of various organizations. Clever and intelligent that she was, she was adept at grasping the impressions, and utilizing them in climbing the ladder in her professional life. The never compromising and perfect attitude of hers crafted her as the competent, confident and credible woman at work.

As she was busy faulting Shekhar in her mind, she heard a scary thunderous horn from the lorry driver behind signaling her to move ahead.

Finally, the moving traffic made her feel better. Tara raised the speed of her car and vanished at rocket speed.

Parking her second hand Black Honda city she drifted to the nearby escalator. Before budging to the conference room, she quickly sneaked into the washroom to make sure she looked her best. Tara was well known amongst her colleagues for her perfection in everything. Be it project, presentation or appearance, she would make sure to be impeccable. Tara picked clothes, accessories and cosmetics which looked as if they were customized for her. Never in her life had she chosen something without proper judgment and she always took pride in her choice. Shekhar was of course, an exception!

Tara had always strived to dress in crisp, sharp and formal attire. For the meeting today she had worn a well-tailored black knee length skirt with a cream shirt with self-printed floral design on it.  The black blazer she carried was elegant, smart and complemented her dress. She chose to wear black pointed stilettos which went hand in hand with her perfect dress.  With her perfectly manicured fingers, she began to touch up her face.

“Eye makeup has to be significant. One can command and convince the other side of the table with one’s magical eyes” she told herself. She took a black mascara and slowly rolled it on her eyelashes. She used a peacock blue liner and brushed it along the beautiful arc stretch of her eyes. She then pulled out the crimson red cherry flavor gloss on her thin, delicate lips. They really looked kissable! Combing her dyed straightened hair she glanced at the nail polish on her fingers. Quickly she sprayed herself with her favorite perfume “Victoria Secret” that Nikhil had bought for her during his US trip. Finally, with a bold, confident look she made a move to the conference room.

Sometime during mid-day, Tara’s handset beeped with a message “Hey Pretty Woman! Would you mind having a cup of coffee with me?” Her blush was evident on her face after reading the message. She rushed to the cafeteria to meet Nik.. Nikhil Ranade, her best friend in recent times.

Nikhil and Tara had known each other since the day Nikhil had joined Tara’s organization. While Tara headed Media Planning, Nikhil headed Marketing. Their professional relationship gradually blossomed into friendship. Dreams, desires, hopes, ambitions, problems-there weren’t anything left out to be shared. Nikhil’s dynamic personality and intelligence at work place made many women in the office go weak in the knees. Tara too, was one of them.


 “What is bothering you Tara? Look at you..Where have you lost your precious smile?” he asked holding her hands in his.

“Nothing Nik..” she said hesitatingly.

“Come on...you think I am not your best friend? Why can’t you just be cool with me?” Nikhil muttered.

“It’s just that Shekhar and I had a terrible argument yet again.  I just cannot bear to see my little one Roohi rebelling against me. There must be some way out of this?”

“Forget about it. Have you given a thought about me? What have you decided? Please think at least now before it is too late. I will catch you at the party tonight” Saying this Nikhil left but not before kissing Tara on her hands.

 Tara nodded her head throwing a reluctant smile at Nikhil and thought, Nikhil’s gifts, his care, his attitude, his income, his success, is seamless. Shekhar has not turned out to be a man I actually longed for. I only asked for an understanding and well settled husband in life with a cute little daughter and lovely home. Who said “Life is lovely and beautiful?This man has made it impossible for me.

If not for Roohi she would have divorced Shekhar a long time ago. At times, the existence of Roohi left her in frustration. Partially she felt that Roohi had cut her wings. But then, Roohi was her only solace whenever she found living with Shekhar unbearable…..

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