LOVE HAS NO BOUNDS !!!

LOVE HAS NO BOUNDS !!!(Poulamidas) PROLOUGE:-

“Now we have the students from DANCE GURUKUL who have been taught by Mr. Vishal Soni performing ballet: the king of all dances,” announced the anchor. As soon as the audience heard my name all the eyes turned towards me. Aisha and Rohan came on the stage as the introductory music started.

I sipped my coffee as I saw Aisha waltz around the stage skillfully. She was the best student that I have ever taught in my 3 years of teaching dance. This girl will make it big one day in the film industry. A smug smile came across my face as I watched her take a dip around with Rohan. I shifted around my seat uncomfortably and saw Zoya sitting beside me with her eyes glued to Aisha who was currently performing one of her impressive and sophisticated pelvic movements. The ballet ended with Aisha and Rohan taking a bow. The audience seemed impressed and started to congratulate me on teaching them such extraordinary moves. The night ended for me at 9:30 p.m as I went to my apartment, had my dinner and slept.


“Girls with your partners”; I screamed at my students who were gossiping with each other. God why do these girls like to waste their time just by gossiping. They are not serious about anything. Zoya was a lawyer by profession. During her free time she came and conducted the dance classes with me. Zoya started the music as we started our lesson on ball dance. Zoya taught the girls a few moves. After 3 years of teaching dance, one thing I have learnt is that students learn ball dance better than any other dance form. After 3 hours of rigorous practice, they finally learnt all the moves.

After all the students departed, I was left alone. Sitting on one of the chairs, I was engrossed in my own thoughts until I heard Zoya calling out my name asking me what the matter was. Then she insisted I had no other choice than telling her my story, THE STORY OF MY LIFE. “Wait”; said she, walking towards the windows. She pulled down all the curtains and and switching on the AC. She sat down opposite me to listen to my story while I started.

“I had been breathing for the last 18 years of my life; but I got my life for the first time when I saw this girl in a red salwaar kameez praying in the church. It had been snowing all day and wearing red she looked like an angel in the white environment. I went inside the church and heard her saying, “Thank you God, thank you very much for helping me to get selected in HARVARD UNIVERSITY”. I confronted her that day after she had finished praying in the church. I asked “What is your name?” She replied softly but sternly, “What is that to do with you?” No one had answered me like that in years. I was a bit baffled by her sternness. Saying this she turned her back towards me and walked down to the other side of the road and hailed for a cab. One stopped. She climbed into it and went off. Something inside me urged my heart to know that girl.

Next day, I went to college still replaying the incidents of yesterday. Well it was my first day to college. From the beginning of my school life, I fell in love with Economics. With my mouth-watering marks, I had got direct admission to HARVARD UNIVERSITY on the scholarship basis. Actually I wanted to get out of the clutches of my father because I was just fed-up with his dominance. He had got married again after the death of my mother. He did not like me, neither did I like him because he thought his son should be an army officer just like him. But I was hell bound to go against his wishes.

I bailed out of my reverie when a loud voice boomed near my ears ,”Hey buddy, watch where are you going?” When I looked up I saw the voice belonged to a boy of around my age. His stern face softened at my sight. “New here?” he asked. “Yes, first year student“, I replied. “Hey me too, come, I will take you to the economics sections. That’s your first lecture right?” he asked. “Yes”, I replied shyly. ”By the way, I am Samaksh Bannerjee, aka ‘Sam,’ and you are…?” he asked. “Vishal Soni” I replied. With this, I walked with him to the economics section. I learnt from him about various professors which he had heard about from his big brother. Like it was in his genes that all the members of his family were from HARVARD. He told me that after his mother’s death his father had permanently settled in the US where he was a stock broker.

After 4 lectures we had our recess. Me and Sam went to the cafeteria. That’s when I saw her. Standing in the long queue, wearing a long mahogany skirt and a white shirt, the same girl I had encountered yesterday, waiting patiently for her turn to receive her plate. When her turn came, she started arguing with the cafeteria suppliers about the ingredients used in the food. The queue started growing but the boys didn’t mind because they were standing behind the so-called “BEST-LOOKING GIRL” in the whole campus. Later I learnt that she was also a first year student of Business Studies and she was a Pakistani-Muslim. She took about half an hour to choose her food but she was still mumbling I guess slang. They are the only words which come to your mouth when you are in that situation. She walked past our table and turned around and caught me staring at her. She smirked and asked me if I was the guy whom she had met in the church yesterday. She said, ”Would you like to have lunch with me?” I could not refuse so in an instant I said ”Yes”. I walked with her to an empty table in the corner where we had our lunch. Slowly and gradually, I got to know her. She introduced herself as Nazma Farooqui, the only daughter of Mr. Azad Farooqui, who was the owner of the biggest IT companies ‘Farooqui and Ltd.”. Every day we sat at the same table to have our food. We became best friends, and shared all our thoughts and feelings with each other.

As time dragged on I proposed to her which she accepted gladly. We couldn’t stay without seeing or talking with each other even for a single day. Every good thing in life doesn’t stay forever. We were planning our own life but fate had something in store for us. It was one Thursday when she received a phone call asking her to return to Pakistan at once. The reason was that her father was in a serious medical condition after suffering from two heart-attacks. She cried a lot that day. No one, not even me or Sam, could calm her down. Next day she boarded a flight to return home. After two days, I received a phone call at 12:30 a.m. from Nazma who told me that her father wanted her as soon as possible to marry a guy which he had chosen for her. The reason was that as Nazma did not have anyone else except her father, her father was worried about who would take care of her. So he wanted her to get married. She did not tell him about me because she felt it would worsen his condition. She broke all contacts with me that day, after I told her about how selfish she was, about not caring about me. That was the last time I had spoken to her. I came back to India after that. I want to forget her but cannot.”

Zoya had tears in her eyes as I finished my stupid love story. ”You know Zoya, a few days later I got a letter from Sam. Zoya had sent me the letter. She tried to contact me several times. The letter said:

“Dear Vishal
You are the light in my dark, the day in my night, you are the only person who understands me, the one I could rely on when I’m gone. I want to remember the laughs we shared, the hardships we endured, I want to remember the moment that you told me… ”I love you.” I want to remember the tears we shed together. the first time I saw you I knew you were the one. no matter how big our argument was, we both got along again quickly. I wanted to say I love you too, but you were gone, we were far away from each other, but our hearts remain together. I miss you my love, I hope you miss me too… I know you are angry with me. Please forgive me. And yes, I have not married, because I love you, only you. I miss you. I know I don’t deserve you back after the things I told you. But I can still hope to get you back.
Yours
Nazma”

“You need to get her back” Zoya said. “I can but the problem is that she is no longer an NRI and I cannot get married to a stupid Pakistani ”,I replied. Zoya smacked me on my head. ”The girl lost her father because of you, only because of you. When you fell in love with her, then you did not think that she was a stupid Pakistani. Listen Vishal, just get her back to India and I will handle the court matters. You forgot that I am a lawyer by profession. Just write a letter back to her stating that we will be boarding the train to Lahore tomorrow.” “Ok”, said I. I wrote a letter to Nazma that we will be boarding the train to Lahore tomorrow.

After two days, I and Zoya arrived at Lahore. Across the platform I saw Nazma standing wearing the same red salwar kameez, standing in all her glory. Like a fool, I fell in love with her once again. She looked just gorgeous. This time I had to get her back, or rather win her back. She was jumping with excitement when she saw me and came running at a ferocious speed and hugged me. Then she started sobbing. Girls and their emotions, It was really tough to understand both. Zoya gave an all-knowing smile. I introduced Zoya to her. We went to her house, rather a big mansion. At night we talked about the old times. Zoya was busy with the paperwork. Nazma’s assistant and Zoya handled all the legal matters together. They defeated the lawyer and we got the permission to bring Nazma with us to India. Next day, we had a court wedding after which we returned to India.

Both of us have pledged that we will never waste this precious time of our life just by quarrelling and lead a healthy and a happy life ever after.

Zoya died in a car accident a few months back. On the same day a little girl was born to us. We named her ZOYA in homage and respect to her soul. Because if she would not have been there, I would never have had the guts to go back to Nazma. Me and Nazma run the dance classes together now and we have decided to make our little Zoya a lawyer.


Like all bollywood stories our stories too have got a happy ending. A happy ending is the most important thing in our life. Remember SRK’s ‘OM SHANTI OM’, where he recited the famous dialogue, In our life we will always have a happy ending my friends; If it is not yet a happy ending then the race isn’t still over.

“PICTURE ABHI BAKI HAI MERE DOST BAKI HAI”