Wednesday, 5 June 2013

NEW LEAF

Of course she was her mother, Madhurya Deshpande, the great business tycoon, the woman who wrecked my mother's life. I had to control my emotions well at least  my face would not reveal.. i was always able to mask my emotions, not that i needed to but it was definitely  of great help that my facial expressions didn't give me away. Sally used to tease me about this saying " oh ra gah v you have a stone face." after this she would nuzzle into my shoulder and give me a peck on my cheek.

Gosh! i missed her, she and i were together for almost 10 years now. ours was a easy relationship, we hardly fought. It was perfect in its own way but lacked spark and passion but probably it was best for us and i don't think i could handle other types of relation. I realized i was in India and had broken up with Sally. Well i could not ask her to wait for me, she deserved better than some one who is so unsure and burning in anguish.

i felt a gaze on me, it was the manner less girl glancing at me, i glanced at her meekly she smiled at me wryly. Whoa! such a peculiar girl with such breath taking smile. I sighed i should not be thinking about her smile instead concentrate on my work here.

"it is okay i am jobless any way you take your own time to tell me about yourself."

 and that smile again! was that sarcasm? and her smile ! concentrate Raghav

(the door opens)

"hello Amulya, and you must be Raghav."

a gentle voice i turn around to find a slim, kind faced man in a suit smiling warmly. This must be the man i talked to.

coming forward he extends his hand and says " I am Anupam Kulkarni the Gm of this company u spoke to me that day. How was your journey?"

finally a sane and well behaved person " nice to meet you, journey was okay thank you for asking."

"No issues please have a seat." turns to her

"Amulya have you given him the appointment letter?"
 
she scowls at me with those un avoidable penetrating eyes. And says "but uncle, sorry Mr Kulkarni he is here for an interview and we have not finished it yet."

"Oh no Amulya! i checked all his qualifications he sent me via email, he is quite a treasure we have found. He has made his father's business twice of what it was."

"Father's business??" he gets a call and he goes out. Her razor sharp glance on me again. No one has ever looked at me like this! so uncomfortable and i hate feeling this way!

She snaps " why have you come here? why didn't you stay with your father's company?

"You gave the answer yourself, it is my father's not mine." her glance softened but why?

"okay, but how can i trust you to handle such a responsible post? do you have Indian citizenship? and why did you come all the way here? why didn't you  stay there and work some where else."

i sigh! " look, yes i have Indian citizenship. You may not understand it but past few days have put me into an emotional turmoil, i do not wish to speak about it, it is personal.. But i could not, i can not stay there any more i wanted a fresh start far away so i decided to come to India of which i have heard so much from my parents, my mother actually so weather you hire me or not i am staying in India. I am not going to explain further i am done with this conversation."

What the hell had i done?? this isn't the way one attends an interview! what if she does not hire me? stupid me i gave myself away to emotions, it has never happened i need this job for my plan! i hope she does not bite the bait i rambled in anger.

She looks at me with a deep gaze and says 'Welcome to the family Mr Raghav Kashyap."

"Excuse me!"

"my mother would have told this." she says and her eyes casting a forlorn look oh this girl's eyes are so expressive...

"Thank you." i say and turn to leave

her voice beckons me to stop

" Are you close to you mom?"

what? i feel a choke welling up i had to stay away from this girl and wanted to tell that it was none of her business to ask but i just answer surprising my self  "I was, she is no more.. but i still feel close to her."

I can't believe i could speak about mom to a stranger, boy this girl is pure trouble, thinking this i start to leave again , but madame FBI is not finished.

"And your father?"

anger flushes deep into me

i snarl at her " I hate him, i wish he was dead. i am done here stop your stupid questionnaire it is none of your business."    

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