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It was a Jab We Met, just like the movies. When Dilli, Bharti’s favourite sister, met Kejri. The courtship was long and tumulus. It was fiercely opposed by the elders. The more they tried to defame him, the more she fell in love with him and wanted to take it to the next level.
Dilli had been in an uneasy relationship with a Sarkar that treated its riches like Commonwealth. Her heart was feeling as empty as her bank account. How long could she continue paying Rs 200 for a kilo of peas for her muttar pulao! She was tired of drowning her sorrows in the nearest pothole and wanted a way out.
Kejri’s timing was perfect. What’s more, he promised to sweep away her sorrows with his jhadoo. In his topi and muffler, he was no knight in shining armour. Kejri was dark and not so handsome. But for Dilli it was love at first sight. And when he spoke, Dilli swayed mesmerised.
He looked AAM but made Dilli feel Khaas. She wanted change, he promised her a revolution.
He was what Dilli had waited for all her life. No wonder she fell for him hook line and sinker. But when it was time to say I do, he hmmed and hawed and kept her on tenterhooks.
Oh how she sighed in relief when he walked up to the altar after a referendum.
K was no typical partner. He would be out most nights partying. He was stubborn and said he wanted to change the world with dharnas. When Dilli expressed her doubts over his fidelity - he’d say, whatever I do, it’s for you, meri jaan. He was mercurial, made her feel queasy, uneasy. Sceptics with their I-told-you-so looks, didn’t make it any easy. Dilli prayed, even hung from the ghanti at the nearby mandir and screamed – Why me, Bhagwan!
He walked out. It wasn’t even her fault. Dilli wanted him for herself, he said, my ambitions are many, jaane do na yaar!
The man who’d crooned to her “I have a dream’ and promised her a happily ever after, walked out on her in just 49 days. She thought she was his Queen of Hearts. Too bad he turned out to be a Knave.
Dilli was shattered, Bharti consoled her and said your grief is not yours but ours, and picked up the spade on her behalf.
Dilli’s heart turned to stone as she watched his many shenanigans on TV. Accusing everyone of infidelity when it was he who broke her heart. He had set his sights high this time, targeting Adani and Ambani. Only this time, Bharti laughed off his claims as a lot of gas.
Trust Mister Weather to be on the side of jilted, to turn on the heat and make him show his true side. Off the came the muffler, gone was the cough, Kejriwal, was finally exposed.
Strangely it brought out the unexpected.
The man who had promised to clean the system was now getting to see its dirty side. The messiah of change was now being anointed with eggs and greeted with slaps, leaving him red-faced and humiliated.
Bharti had now adopted Dilli’s rejection. She went back to her old suitor, Kamal, with new vigour, seeking solace in his arms, turning a blind eye to his violent past.
Kejriwal par kachra daal, abki baar Modi Sarkar – was her cry of war.
After years of being led astray, Bharti wanted to settle. Why take chances with a newbie, when old Kamal promises her security?
But a voice that she tries to supress, keeps telling her that Kejri might be her only chance of true happiness. He may protest too much, play the victim, make tall claims and not deliver much, but he might be her only chance of cleansing the system everyone despises.
So, tell me Bharati, is it him or is it change that scares you so much?