What do you do when you are young, beautiful and condemned to a lonely life? Especially in a wild and gorgeous place like Goa. Can family restrictions hold you down when your hormones are running wild?
Gorgeous Goa has always been notorious for being a swinging place. The atmosphere is such that everyone is in the mood for adventure and fun. A Parsi neighbourhood was located in one of the quieter parts of the territory. The neighbours usually kept to themselves. Two of the houses here were located in such close proximity that living in one, you could see what was going on in the other.
Mere samne waali khidki mein ik chand ka tukda rehta hai (A moon-like beauty lives in the house facing mine!)
An elderly couple lived in each of the two houses. However, one of houses had a beautiful widowed daughter-in-law living with her in-laws. Such was her charm that both men – her father-in-law and the neighbour – had the hots for her. The neighbour used to describe her as “umar ma moti pan ekdam juvaan ne dudh jevi gori chatak!” The neighbour’s study faced the widow’s room and he spent a lot of time eyeing her after turning off the lights in that room at night. Of course, he used to lie to his wife about wanting to read in the study, so as not to disturb her sleeping in their bedroom.
The widow was desperate for some action but was caught between two lame ducks. Until one day when the neighbour’s grandson came down from the US to visit his grandparents for the first time. Having lived all his adult life in the US, he was not conversant with the Indian way of life.
Saamne ye kaun aaya, dil mein hui halchal (Who have I come across, my heart throbs with excitement!)
One afternoon, while exploring the nearby market, he came across a beautiful young woman who seemed to be having trouble starting her scooter.
Seeing her concerned, he offered to help and soon got the scooter working. The woman was relieved and offered to drop him to his destination. He looked attractive and both seemed to enjoy talking to each other. Parsis being a small community, they discovered that the boy had, in fact, lived in her neighbourhood as a ten-year old. He even remembered having attended her wedding to a naval officer about 20 years earlier. The woman told him that her husband had died in the last war with Pakistan.
She offered to drop him home and was thrilled to find out that they were neighbours once again. They kept chatting long after reaching the Parsi neighbourhood. Seated in the study, the grandfather remarked, “Hoosna pari jevi chhokri, my boy!”
Husn ke laakhon rang, kaunsa rang dekhoge? (Beauty holds a million charms, what’s the one that appeals to you?)
Late in the night, when the entire neighbourhood was asleep, the woman put on a teeny-weeny negligee with all the lights in her room on. Dancing provocatively to music playing on her system, she caught the attention of the boy who was in his grandfather’s study. Totally charged, the boy ran out of his house and rushed towards the neighbouring house, entering it through the toilet window. She was waiting for him. “Chhelle tu aavi j gayo!” Grabbing him by his shirt, she dragged him to the room and pushed him down to the bed. She ripped of his shirt and put off the lights as they got entangled in bed.
Moaning with pleasure, she climaxed with a wild scream. The in-laws in the next room were shaken up from sleep. They called out to her and rushed to her room. The widow froze as she realised this. Shaking the boy off, she screamed ‘rape, rape.’ The boy bolted. She opened the door and her father-in-law barged in, trying to balance his shotgun. “Kon gadhedo andar ghusi gayo chhe?”
Chal udd ja re panchi, ye des hua begaana (Time to move on, buddy. There’s nothing going for you here!)
The woman pointed to the toilet between sobs. The father-in-law cautiously entered the toilet with his trembling hands on the shotgun. “Kya bharai gayo? Baar nikad!” Finding no one there, he swore, “Bhaagi gyo, saalo.” “Bhastegiya! Taroo nakhhod jay!” he said. At that moment, the boy entered his house to an unexpected surprise; holding a camera in his hand, his grandpa was laughing away.
Seeing an apprehensive look on the boy’s face, the grandfather said, “Khali chano j jor thi vaage. What’s that lame duck going to do with his shotgun? You and I are the only shooters here. You, with your tool and I, with mine,” he said, holding up his camera. Laughing again in response to the boy’s inquiring look, he added, “There is no need to worry. There was no rape. I have all the evidence here till the lights went off. You know the rest.” The grandson smiled mischievously.
Everyone in the story acted according to their point of view. The young widow felt the need for companionship that was denied by social norms. The boy’s liberal upbringing in the US made him act in a way that would not be frowned upon in that country. The widow’s father-in-law was only trying to protect her, as was expected of him. The boy’s grandfather was exploiting the opportunity of being so close to his neighbour. Did anyone act out of character? What do you think?