Warning: Rant post ahead. Please do not set aside your lunch to read. đ
I am picking up from the breakfast table sweet nothings exchanged between Sai and Virat, yesterday, to make my point
I will pick Virat's: "Thank you, mere liye ye sab kuch sehen karne ke liye..."
The sentence sounds simple and could even pass off as a rather 'ungrateful, hollow thank you' but it isn't. It comes after a long observation of incidents where one is witnessing a match of words between the instigator-- one who provokes; and the inflammatory reactor-- one who escalates because they cannot stop. Most often, the instigator is seen as a victim because the one escalating, due to his or her inability to let go with grace, ends up appearing like the 'bully'. To the bystanders (who are just watching such a match for fun- Eg Karishma) and the catalyst cheerleaders (who have picked sides and lend support to their team. Eg- the rest of them vs Ashwini), the take down of the "perceived bully" is what defines whether the match ended on the moral high ground or not. But for a perceptive insight (on account of relationship or closeness to the 'bully'), the privilege of declaring the winner is often accompanied by the burden of disappointing the team backing the instigator -- the silent and actual bully.
This scenario is often repeated in "joint families", as Virat reminded Sai in the one-minute long scene in the 23 minute long rant by Bhavani and her Makad gang (they finally had so much screen time đ ), including the gang's latest cheerleader, Sunny, who is actually the only "dost" PP should now bank on.
So, Sai, I feel so bad for you -- Why are you even doing this? Everyone who thinks PP has been wronged and pushed into this marriage (Haan Bhai, sabne us bechari immature, gullible ladki ko bola tha yahi ek tareeka hai Virat ke saath rehne ka so she was forced to marry Samrat), should remember that Virat has actually kept Sai in the dark about what lies ahead. He married her with the pre-disclosed T&C of a woman residing in his heart. He did not tell her that she'd have to share the roof with this woman -- she had gathered it from her own instinct but not from his admission of it. Nor did he even tell her that his 'kaafi traditional' family is not just rigid but also nihayti badtameez, racist, casteist, pseudo elitist and full of pretense, which has nothing to do with being kaafi traditional. (Chavan saheb, your definitions of words are way off the mark from common understanding: Promise, love, duty, maturity, friendship and even traditional is on that list). He made that disclosure after their wedding in just one sentence. To see the kind of near mob lynching that Sai is being subjected to (Usha maushi included), I really wish she would have actually complained to the DIG and asked him to send her to a Nari Suraksha Kendra ( but chalo, aaj pata Chala ki ACP Chavan Ka Naya assignment bhi Nari Suraksha hai, so you were destined to meet him again even if you had đ he would have found ways to check on you).
So Sai I feel bad for you -- no, not the pity wala bad, the exasperation wala bad. Kya tamasbeen logon ke beech rehna pad raha hai. And you are doing it with so much sincerity, love and endurance. But for whom? Any woman who'd marry a man like Virat would put up with all this either because of love or the marriage -- you have neither of the two reasons to do it. Sai, you are a hero. Because you are doing this to execute your part of the promise of this deal with a man, whose heart is pledged elsewhere -- and it is that part of the promise, which he never even revealed to you!
Many want to blame Virat for PP's misery but I don't. I blame PP for her misery because it's very easy to pass the buck on to the man and say she's a woman she gave it all. But apart from the foolish vaada, Virat hasn't given her any other commitment that she has imagined in her own fallacy. And as we discussed earlier, she's not even fulfilling her part of the consideration for the promise he made to her anyway. But I blame Virat and hold him 100% responsibile for Sai's predicament and for subjecting an 18 year old to this kind of mental abuse when all she needs is peace to recover from her grief and study to be a doctor for heaven's sake.
Chavan saheb, I now see why you married her against her wish. It was not a difficult decision afterall. You knew she'd fight her own battle and not attach a suction to your energy and ask you to fight her battle like your 'matured best friend' expects and does. Sai is ultimately doing everything that a 'true love' wali wife should do. What made you think that she should be admitted to this shameful family circus of yours without her consent? Don't give her the gyaan of a joint family. It was not part of your deal but the hidden rider that she learnt about after she'd already signed up. When you are done crying over your ghum hua "true love" and have woken up to reality, please take a large bowl of water, wash Sai's feet with your hands and drink that water. That will still not redeem you. It will only put you on the path to redemption.
And Chavan saheb, aapka toh kya kehna... Kya out of the world definition hai Aapke true love ki -- True love that blocks your phone number while you've launched a worldwide search operation under the sun(ny) to find the true love just because you couldn't feel your heart flutter when you heard the voiceđ„. Your heart should have ideally fluttered when the phone rang and something in your mind should have told you it's PP. Serials me to aisa hi hota hai...đ Like how you knew it was Sai in DIG office? True love then accepts your thoughtless vaada of brahmachaar after you refuse to marry her because she wants to enjoy the pleasure of watching you burn alone in fire all your life instead of telling you this will not keep you happy... Oh sorry, my bad, true love was jumping in the fire with you, you thought đ But true love also dragged along your beloved brother into the fire and in fact he's the only one who has burnt in the fire so farđ because your true love was soundly sleeping on the cushion of your vaada until you brought along another woman into the fire. Now this woman is also too close to getting burnt but she's trying to water rotting plants in your house with the hope that there will be some greenery in the otherwise grey-and-almost-black Chakram niwas, where she doesn't even intend to stay back to enjoy the Green landscape she's creating with her love and antics. She will just nurture them and leave them behind for you đ„ș. And your true love never picked up the water can to water these plantsđ± because she couldn't see the lack of greenery there through her rose-tinted glasses. But your true love has decided to now pour acid on this innocent woman's hands because she cannot see her watering the plants, especially the mystic vata vriksha of Chitrakoot đł-- arre Chavan saheb, yahan wahan mat dekhiye... It's youđŁ -- your true love Ka tree of love. True love is the one who packs up bags and walks out of the house using her missing husband and your beloved brother as a shield and telling your respected joint family on their face that she did not give up her "career" to cook rotis for them đ. Ab aisa toh Hoga hi jab itni matured life coach ko aap watchman ki duty offer karenge toh. Not every woman can sweat it out to serve paramparik Maharashtrian breakfast to your ungrateful joint family despite being a state topper and aspiring doctorđ. You think that your true love has made the penultimate sacrifice because she's such an ocean of love that your beloved brother will never feel the need to return to the shore. But your true love is the icebergđïž that stands in an ocean with the potential to sink ships that scrape it. You only saw a tip of it and mistook it as a piece of moon fallen on the water. The actual ocean of love is the woman who is watering the rotting plants in your house without any expectations of enjoying the view of its fruits or flowers. But sadly, she doesn't fit into your definition of true love. Next time please don't call yourself "Do minute me jhooth pakadne wala police wala". You are just a gullible lover boyđ. Yes, you want to have the cake and eat it too.
So when he tells Sai, 'mere liye sehne ke liye' I will translate "sehna" to Endurance in English and not Tolerance. There is a very thin line of difference between the two virtues. When you endure, you also fight. When you tolerate, you are often allowing the oppressors to win. Sai, I am PROUD that you do not tolerate đYou call a spade a spade and you do not pander to anyone's weakness. But I am a bit afraid because you've already, unknowingly, stepped on the quicksand of affection and love and you're going to be trapped soon. I know it will not change your resolve but it will cause you the kind of hurt that it doesn't at the moment. Virat, you'd better remember this and regret all the time that you're going to lose when you'll yearn to cross over to Sinhagadh and she will add more rocks to the walls around her. You totally deserve your true love, not a fighter like Sai.
But Sai, it's even more important for you to now eat Shivaji's khichdi. My heart really raced for you when you opened your mouth yesterday to reveal the truth. Kyun Sai Kyun? Why couldn't you fight the urge to ripoff the mask from her face? You shouldn't have invited this. It has landed you in a bowl of hot soup that you will have to jump out of but you might get scaled a bit. Sometimes, it's the best to make the opponent feel that they have won. They let down their guard and give you a chance to conquer the field. You don't need to join these hysterics for anyone's sake, let alone for the sake of such a confused man, who is now caught between -- "jaane tu meri kya hai, jaane main tera kya hoon.." and "hamari dosti Kisi ki wajah se khatam Nahi Hogi". Please don't turn his problems into your problems đđ Please guard your fort and do not allow this man to breach your walls, yet, my girl!
Baaki andh bhakt Makad Sena ka to kya kehna. I feel Bhavani secretly admires Sai but doesn't want to bring her close because of her part racist casteist egoistic mindset and part because she doesn't want to give Sai the rope rope to step into the dungeons of her shady past, especially with Devyani. So, although I saw a hint of understanding of PP's reason for leaving the house in Bhavani's eyes when Sai spoke the truth, she will turn a blind eye for her own reasons apart from 'ghar ki izzat' has left the house. I don't want to delve into Bhavani much yet because we are still to come to the point where we would know her actual history and value system.
Sai you have my heart dear. All of it. â€ïž
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