Responsibility – A work of fiction!

Written originally for a school presentation ! 


“Any complaints?”

“Oh come on Anya. You know your work is flawless! I just don’t understand why you’re stuck up with this boutique. You should go for one of those big fashion chains…” Namita, a daily customer of the boutique, babbled, picking up her delivery and proceeding to pay.

The bright smile on Anya’s pretty little, twenty nine year old face shrunk a bit as she averted her gaze. Why bring up this topic, she winced inwardly, deciding not to answer her.

“Answer me!” Namita prodded, “Do you want me to help you with your CV?”

“Uh-no,” Anya replied, “I had done this, years ago. They say I need a degree in Designing and Arts to qualify for a seat…”

She paused for that to sink in before perking up her expression and returning the change.

“And why, in the lord’s name, did you not go for it when you were younger?”

“Ah-a long story!” Anya replied, her face blushing.

“I love long stories,” Namita answered with a grin, making herself comfortable on the plastic chair.

With a sigh, Anya took her seat behind the counter, her elbow resting on the counter top, “Dates back to when I completed my 12th with a 95% in physics. I dreamt of going in for NIFT entrances, you know National Institute of Fashion Tech.”

Namita nodded for her to go on.

“And so, I revealed my wishes to Mum and Dad. Dad, being the typical traditional fellow he is, immediately objected claiming I was born to be an engineer.

On the other hand, being the typical rebel I am, told him what I thought of his great idea f making me an engineer.

Daily there were squabbles and finally we decided I’d appear for both the entrance exams.

In my opinion, both my exams went off well. The condition was I’d opt for the subject I score better in. I passed JEE with a placement in one of the best colleges. Dad was overjoyed. But I waited for my NIFT results…which never came. I never lost hopes, but when months passed and it was time for me to start with my engineering, I had to give in. Seems like I failed. I did my engineering. It was tough. I’m a B.Tech.  in computer software. My husband’s the MD if an IT company. But I can’t work with him. You know why?”

Namita shook her head.

“Because I’m an engineer without any knowledge of engineering! I mean I can’t program a simple thing because when I sit to do it, my head spins and I fell like ripping my skull apart!” Anya paused to take a breath and continued, “What do you suggest I do? I tried whatever was needed but…well now it’s too late to ponder over that!”

There was a chime at the door. Anya stood up as a man in his mid thirties entered the boutique.

“Mrs. Anya Tiwari?” he announced looking at the two ladies.

“That’d be me…” Anya said, “Tiwari’s my maiden name,” she gave in the way of an explanation to Namita’s inquiring look.

“Nice to meet you madam. I’m Tarun Halat and I’m here to give you this,” he said, fishing an envelope out of his bag.

“What’s this?” she asked, turning the big thing in her hands.

“Well, well, well! You see ma’am my father, Late Mr. Arvind Halat was a postman,” he waited for her reaction, when none came, he continued, “About ten years ago, he won a lottery of half a crore through those stupid games we see at TV stations. Well they’re not so stupid after all! Ok, so to talk of the envelope, he brought a new house and stuff and left his old coop locked up. Recently he passed away and we got the opportunity of sifting through his belongings. Inside his cubbyhole, we found a whole bag of undelivered letters dating back to the day he resigned. As the irresponsible man he was, he forgot all about these. But we decided to turn them in to the rightful owners…so here it is. We went to your home on the Prithvi Road, your parents told me I’d find you here…”

“Oh,” Anya whispered, reading the address on the envelope having a NIFT seal. Peeling off the seal, she slid out a worksheet along with a letter.

Tarun and Namita waited patiently as Anya read and re read the contents. Her eyes watered as she looked up to the two of them. Tears welled up those beautiful black eyes as she repeated the printed lines in her mind…

…having secured a merit position in the NIFT entrance exam, you are bestowed with the privilege of selecting the institute of your choice…
Reply within a period of ten days…

“Why have you brought this to me…” she whispered.

“Pardon?” Tarun said, leaning in to her better.

“WHY HAVE YOU BROUGHT THIS STUPID THING TO ME…” she yelled, tossing the envelope by his feet, “You realize what this is? You want me to cry all over again? You to make me REGRET?”

“Ma’am,” he tried to cut her.

“If only you had brought it ten years back…if only…” she whispered, stumbling on her chair and turning her face in an unsuccessful attempt to hide her tears.

“I’m sorry, from my father’s side…” he began.

With a jerk, she looked straight at him, “YOUR FATHER SPOILT MY LIFE MR. TARUN HALAT. GET LOST! I DON’T WANNA SEE YOUR FACE…” she hissed.

Later on in the day, she realized she was wrong in scolding him. He had helped her and she had been ungrateful. But she had to vent out her feelings…no?believe9

Ten years, ten long years she had lived the life of shameful failure, had believed she’d FAILED not just in the entrance exam but in her life! A life of low self esteem, dismay, and uselessness is something worth crying after…

And all this at the cost of a man’s irresponsibility?

Contemplable eh?

Relationship Breakup – Questions To Ask Yourself before Ending a Relationship

Wanting to be with that extra special person always, holding hands, those ‘perfect life’ moments when you get a sudden kiss, those cherished hugs, songs sung together, making each other laugh out loud, crying together, sharing each and every moment of life, wanting to be in each other’s dreams, in short – loving each other unconditionally…but suddenly one day or rather over a period of time, it’s gone. No more is he your heartbeat, no more is she your breath of life…rather it’s a nightmarish scenario for you both and you want to call it quits!tumblr_myp08blWgc1si8ya3o1_500

Are you experiencing that? Well, then you certainly need to go through this article! I’m not going to council you here, but just ask you to go through the questions mentioned. Just ask yourself these questions before ending your relationship.

Is the problem too hard? 

Ask yourself what the real problem is! Is it that your partner is abusing you, using violence or is an unchangeable drunkard? Then it definitely is a problem you need to solve by ending the relation hard heartedly. But if it’s not, if it’s just that you feel you don’t love each other anymore, or you feel it’s enough and you aren’t any good together cause of lack of understanding, then stop there for a while and talk to your partner about it. And by talk, I mean discuss it in a civilized way, don’t resort to ‘loud discussions’ or what normally people call fights. Stay calm, and maybe you’ll find out that you both still do love each other, there’s a string that you guys are holding on to! That in itself would make your relation worth fighting for!

Am I being rational?

You feel as if ending the relationship will open the blissful gates of the fantasyland known as ‘being single’, right? Wrong! What if you find out later on that you still miss him, that she was your life still? What then? He or she’s gone forever, and trying to gather lost feathers are one of the hardest things possible. Ask yourself and be just in answering the question: Is my relationship the only reason I’m unhappy?

Is his mistake greater than your love?

No one’s perfect and it’s a truth that one acquaints itself of sometime or another in life. You should keep this in consideration when you find your partner up to some mischief cause to err is human! The real question you should be asking is whether his mistake is huge enough? Or can a second chance be worth a shot? Ask if you can trust him again. Go back to those times of insecurity when his presence was enough to make you feel comfortable again. Don’t just let all that go in vain, try your best please!

Am I being too hasty or am I overreacting?

Promise yourself that you’ll give the problem a week’s time before ending your relation. Maybe, you’ll realize that it was a mere misunderstanding. Contemplate the issue from when you started feeling like ending the relationship! You can even go for a short vacation – on your own, without your spouse or partner. It would be a great change and you’ll get rational circumstances to think things out.

My family, is he or she any less of it?

Family and friends are a great issue. Pressure by them is one of the reasons why you tend to break it up. But ask yourself; is your family actually right? Does the relation mean anything to you so you can fight for it? Isn’t your partner one whom you had considered being your family too?

May you have a prosperous life with the significant other, because love once found should not be allowed to get lost!

I’d love to answer any of your queries below!

stay blessed! Love you all ❤