Thursday, September 17, 2009

game of love

Shruti was habituated of having her way through out her life, she was the pretty daughter of a well to do family, smart, prettily dressed. She was madly in love with Brij, her bachelor boss, who just was not interested to warm up to her, the reason was even more infuriating, he was in love with a colleague of her, who was atleast four or five years older than him and eight years older than her. Shree was not her competitor in any way, she was ordinary, from ordinary family back ground, the ordinary next door girl. And to add up to the frustration she was not even the least romantically interested in Brij. She treated him with the same affection she used to treat the bell boy of the office, even that was not able to douse the flame burning in Brij’s heart.

She requested her best friends to help her, her friends thought it was their duty to help her, hence they plotted a plan. Just like youngsters they thought that out of sight is out of mind will be the best modus operandi.

Hence they decided that they will make Shree leave the office and once she is out of office Shruti will play her charm on Brij. Shruti started to mingle with Shree hiding her true intention. Shree accepted her with open arms because she found no reason to mistrust a girl who was seven or eight years younger than her and was always sweet to her.

Shruti slowly started to play her game, she used to do things deliberately which she knew will infuriate or trouble Shree. She discovered that Shree had one big weak point, she was not a good actor, if she was upset about some thing it used to reflect on her face and she hated double standard people, she instantly turned cold towards them and pushed them away from her.

She discussed this weakness with her friends and they decided to zero on it, they all of a sudden surrounded Shree showing overwhelming affection for her. Shree was pleasantly surprised, because she had an inferiority complex about her shy nature, she always thought that people think that she is boring. Hence, when that bright group of boys and girls surrounded her she became overwhelmed. She never suspected that it was a trap.

Shruti and her friends used to show deep affection for her when Brij or his father was there but the moment they used to move away they used to show her cold shoulder, but veiled in politeness, so she could not say any thing against them. They used to move around her as a group pretending to be charmed by her personality. Slowly they started their game, they used to wait for the moment she had to go out of her cabin and used to tamper her works.

Initially she used to think that it was her fault but slowly she became sure that some one was tampering her work, and for that getting rebuked from Brij’s father became an every day’s affair. Even Brij had to tell her that she should concentrate on her work. She could not complain to them like a school kid that some one was tampering her work. Nor did she suspected for a second that an entire group was against her, because they did not showed overwhelming affection for Shruti. they have left their personal life out of the territory of the office. In office they were just colleagues.

Shree was blindly looking for a single culprit, she had her suspicion on Shruti because she had realized by her talks that she was smitten by Brij, she have felt Brij’s eyes on her but did not entertained him because she was aware of her social status, hence, she in her foolish thought process thought that Shruti also knows the same and does not counts her as her rival, but her inner self was telling her that she was reading Shruti wrong. She committed her second blunder by confiding in her friends that she had suspicions on Shruti.

They understood that they have the trump card in their hands, they vehemently discussed the matter amongst themselves in a manner that Brij overheard it and thought that Shree was jealous of Shruti because she was pretty, young and more efficient.

That formed the first crack in Brij’s heart which they expertly made wide, they slow poisoned Brij’s mind in one hand and on the other hand they made Shree’s staying in the office impossible. They painted her image black in Brij and his father’s eyes. And canvassed Shruti so much that Shruti’s dream was fulfilled, Brij fell for her and Shree changed her job.

Time passed on, Brij and Shruti got married, they had a lovely daughter. One day Brij was visiting the office of one of his friends when he saw Shree working there, as a manager. He was surprised. He asked his friend how much he rates Shree as a staff and to his utter shock he told him that she is one of the most efficient, perfectionist and well mannered employees.

She has transformed his office and made an energetic team out of his employees who were divided into small spheres before she became their manager. Brij was surprised, he indirectly told the story that happened in his office, hiding that one of them was his wife, his friend laughed and told him that’s a common office politics of small offices, they do it to throw out efficient workers so that the competition dies.

He expertly explained the things that happened in Brij’s office from the office politics angle, a veil lifted from his eyes, he went back to his home in a grim mood. Shruti came to meet him with a warm smile. He returned her a blank gaze.

He softly narrated the story told to him by his friends and saw the colour fading away from the face of his wife. After confirming his suspicion, he asked her only one question, did you had to be this cheap to have the thing you wanted but some one else deserved?

6 comments:

  1. Dear Trisha

    This one is nice. There are such practices inside offices. But the only complaint I have about the stories is that none of the victims seems to escape, and mostly does not show any fighting spirit :)

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  2. well.. glad to know you too agree with it. every honest person does.

    hey, all my stories are positive ending "Satyameva jayate".. read them, you are devouring them... but as they are realistic, i have to be truthful and skip the bollywood climax.

    for example.. in this case, can you prove it that you are being harassed if a group of cunning people gang up against you? so i just had to let it be and hand over the judgment part to God.. just think, what could she have done in real life? nothing.. if she is a decent or soft natured girl. as i am myself soft natured and believe that i am decent too i can portray things from my view.. or the way i have/would have acted..i told you that i cant imagine things...

    i either share my experience or my feelings or hopes.

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  3. You are a lovely soul dear Trisha, yet I am a fighter, I can't just leave things to god’s grace alone. I did read your stories carefully and did understand them. I understood the point of view also. Did you think I would give an once-over to my friend’s stories and say something for the sake of saying it alone, without feeling it?

    It was not about the external fight that I was speaking of; it’s the internal one I am concerned about. Being soft natured and being decent is no drawback. That’s a great power actually. It is the power of will condensed in emotional form.

    Even if the opponents try, or really manages to ruin you, they should firmly believe in this side of your character. You are realistic, and the virtuousness of that character is real, so it becomes more necessary to bring that across to the opponents even. They should feel the inner conflict of ruining such an innocent soul. Not descriptively of course, but subtly implied in the story.

    You believe it is anachronous to do so in this modern brutal and opportunistic world? If so let us bring it back dear Trisha, let us revolutionize the whole brutal set up and bring back virtue. If that is not the purpose of literature, what else is! One such powerful thought would leave an impression in the whole mental climate of the world. It does not have to be read even. Stating it in words would be enough.

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  4. dear sam,

    well, that is why truth always comes out in my stories.. by one way or other.

    when you are surrounded by soulless people, back off, even if they think that you are wrong.. and then later after you are amply strong, hit back with truth and honesty, so that they dont have any thing to hit back at you..

    check my blog worldly-wisdoms.blogspot.com i prefer in hitting back with firmness and decency. i cant work under the table, i lack that shrewdness and cunningness but i have truth in my side and fortunately writing skills.

    and the nail has hit the wall.. you can check my article on trolls in agnitrisha.

    i agree with your views, but i believe in fighting back in a different manner, and i always share my experiences so that they dont trap anyone else..

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  5. I have seen both the blogs and the post on trolls. I was moved. This is the heartlessness of the new world. Exploitation has become a doctrine to be scrupulously followed. It is not even shameful anymore. It is the in thing.

    I feel very sad Trisha, let us send thoughts out that the world becomes a good place to live in :)

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  6. dear sam,

    thats a noble idea.. because we, the residents can change the world..no one will come from outer space to do it.

    :)

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