Bareilly, incomplete stories !

Kapila and Ashwin taking the road to Bareilly early next morning, their car sweeping the wind along with it, just not slowing down till 10 a.m on a Sunday. It was September when the sun is not as trail-blazing as it is usually in May.

When they slowed down to look for “the place suggested by Mahi” for breakfast, they reached right in front of “Hamara Bhojanalaya.” The vibrant entrance, the hustle and bustle between the servers and the clients immediately felt it was the best place for breakfast and they picked a table for two that had an extra chair. Ashwin looked around eagerly and spotted Kamal, who at the same time walked towards them. Kapila didn’t make it too obvious, she ordered a Gobi ka paratha with boondi ka raita, and some coffee. You can’t take the coffee from her menu, never. Ashwin, puri sabzi and lassi, of course, who wants to miss the lassi here!

With all the sumptuous food, the purpose was not forgotten, they were here for Ruhi. The clue provided by the grapes vendor’s son led them right here. Indeed the newspaper wrapped grapes had Kamal’s pic on it. Hamara Bhojanlaya was Mahi’s special spot, he loved the food here, the bhojanalaya being right in the heart of the city attracted tourists and the locals. The Panchala region has it mystic appearance and everything and everyone around here is waiting to be heard. They have stories to tell, but who has the time?

Kamal promised to meet them at 3 p.m during the lull period for a quiet chat at the chai stop, far away from Hamara Bhojalaya, he didn’t want to be seen around with new people, of course. Ashwin, packed two parathas for lunch and set off towards their destination, the chai stop, not before visiting Mahi’s school. Kapila and Ashwin sat in the car, gazing at the playground, when the dong-dong brought in a score of enthusiastic running children on the deserted playground. They quietly had their parathas with pickle and set out to the chai stop. Kamal was there, waiting for them. The minute he saw them, he ran, hugged Ashwin, muttering “kaise kare, kaise kare ?” (how do we do it ?”)

Kapila sat next to them, and waited for Kamal to calm down. Chai pehele! (Tea first!) Ashwin sipped his cup and asked Kamal “How is Shipla?”

Kamala said that she is better now. Kapila told him that they may not have time to meet her but will do so on their way back. He looked at Kapila and said to come and meet her “kaam hone ke baad” (after finishing the work”). This gave Kapila the strength to ask him what happened?

Kamal narrated the incident without batting an eyelid, he said they traveled many districts and cites, then reached a conclusion and now it is time that everything is out in the open, to which Ashwin reponded “Haan! Yeh zaroori hai” (yes, this is important).

Kamal began talking about the next destination, and was about the mention the fouth spot, when suddenly Hashim Da appeared and ordered for elaichi wali chai (cardamom tea). Kamal sneaked through the corner of the chai stop and waved away to Ashwin and Kapila.

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Agra, it is!

Kapila and Ashwin sat on the banks of the river, casually looking around through their Ray-Bans, they hadn’t clicked any pics yet, the travel bug hasn’t bit them as yet or was it something else ? The heat, the journey, the food. For the Gen Z, you know something isn’t the usual if they aren’t on their phones or DSLRs, right?

They had arrived here last evening, stayed at Shandaar, the hotel with a view to the Taj, the iconic beauty. This was their first time here, all the way up the map of India, neither of them had visited Agra during their childhood, only read and studied about it. A dream come true visiting the wonder of the world together is no less than an achievement for both the financial experts. So what was keeping them preoccupied?

Kapila, the incessant chatterbox was mesmerised by the beauty of the Taj, said “We must come here more often, it is beautiful!

Ashwin, gazing far beyond, nodded “Yes”. The river and the beings around the sacred beauty didn’t impress him anymore. He was looking way beyond the horizon. He eyes searching for something immeasurable. His soul, not here but with his thoughts.

Then again, the silence and the incomprehensible vibes between them occupied the happy space they earlier shared. Back at college, the four of them, including Rushali and Mahi juggled between laughing, commenting and eating. Life has its ways, but one was absolutely sure that these four could defend and face life. That’s life! It takes you where are bound to be, but never lets you know even for an iota of a second, how!

Their tickets were booked a month ago, and they were looking forward to their travels together whether the like it or not, but they have to do it, for Ruhi (Rushali and Mahi).

As the evening set in, Kapila felt more comfortable with the place, she took off her shades and experienced an enhanced vision. She saw the flower sellers, the fruit vendors, wondered why are they here and not in her hometown, why were they born here, why do they sell flowers, can’t they be bankers… Her questioning phase came to an end with the startled look on Ashwin’s face when a small boy came running towards them persuading them to buy some fruits. Ashwin bought half a kilo of grapes and took a selfie with the lad. Kapila, relieved looking at Ashwin’s smile for the selfie, didn’t bother about the poker face he got back to immediately thereafter. “This was the trick Mahi told me about.”

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Cause A Chatter – Criminal Justice behind closed doors

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Blogchatter has a themed campaign  for ‘Cause A Chatter Blogging With A Purpose’ by adding three categories of causes Mental Health TalksGender Talks, and Environmental Talks. My choice is Gender Talks.

I recently watched the Criminal Justice Behind Closed Doors. It is a Hotstar special.

The story revolves around why did a wife kill her husband? She was the murderer for sure, BUT WHY? The victim, a celebrity Lawyer, loving father, great husband (portrayed) looks too tidy to be the perfect husband. The couple have a young daughter who plays a good role in the series. The mother of the victim essayed by Deepti Naval.

Right from the trailer I knew I would like it, it went beyond my expectations. Cinematically, theme wise, there was a comparison with the previous Criminal Justice, which was popular enough to garner views for the next season. I am usually more concerned with the story, and watching it was pretty painful (strong word) but yes, let me tell you why. A keen observer, I guessed she was in an abusive relation but in the court, this had to be proved with evidence. The wife was clearly silent but calm with respect to the murder, the only time she shakes up is when her daughter is at stake. This shows that she is at peace with the situation she is in but is immensly worried for her daughter.

SPOILER ALERT!

The wife Anuradha, played by Kirti Kulkarni, wife of Bikram Chandra, played by  Jisshu Sengupta, is dazed most of the time, thinking but unable to say a thing. Bikram has scripted a story to the world, their daughter and Anuradha’s father about her illness. An imaginary illness. He tells the daughter that they are a team trying hard to save Mom from the illness. Manipulation by a lawyer keeping all the pieces intact. With this I could draw a conclusion, in today’s world, the more educated, the more intense the crime. He makes her believe that she forgets things by tiny incidents. As the story progressed, I felt more bad for the society we live in. The daughter is completely against the mother, it cuts out a sorry figure for all the mothers out there. But there is justice and it is through the daughter.

The police officer Gauri played by Kalyanee Mulay, deserves a special mention for the role essayed and and the character she plays. She is also in a subtle abusive relationship that gets visible towards the end, discovers it through the case and takes a final call to part ways.

There is Pankaj Triparti who is Madhav, the lawyer who takes up the case for Anuradha, who leaves his wife, just after getting married. This too is not clearly right in my opinion, but the wife, a strong Ratna played by Khushboo Atre shows him the pathway of marriage. How are women so taken for granted?

Another part played by Anupama Menon’s mother who is dealing with her husband’s second marriage throws light upon another problem women face, but must stay on putting up a brave face. Anupama is, Nikhat the lawyer assisting Madhav with the case.

I believe that if a story like this is made, it surely has been lurking around the corner. These four stories, all dealing with not very healthy relationships must be understood by the audience and seen as a perspective of saving such a relationship

Abuse at home, giving a cold glance, commenting on the suggestions offered, disregarding one’s opinion and laughing it off, trying to act indifferent with in-laws are all subtle forms of abuse. Many undergo these harsh yet subtle forms of abuse but very few actually speak up, some don’t even understand that they are being abused and are made to feel guilty for every tiny little act as simple as forgetting to buy ice-cream.

Criminal Justice behind Closed doors has the apt sub-title behind closed doors for this sort of abuse.