Utopia

The following poem is in a form of a dialogue between a mother and a postman. The lady has her only son at war and is eagerly waiting for any news of him. Good Morning! A ye’ gentleman Bid what tide thou hath bought for me. “Good Dame, nothing, but a post From your war gone son”,said he . Pray tarry not and haste thou make, And tell me all that ye hath got. Oh! Tell me scores of foe he slew, And like a lion he did fought. Pray tell me that words these say, Some good,of my gallant lad.                      That he hath made his country proud. By victory as we never had. Blessed be thou if words these say. That my Valliant soldier son, Had bid,his old mom to rejoice. For he, homeward shall soon come.                        ...

This is, Rahul Jaykar, a supremely self obsessed guy with misplaced sense of moral magnanimity. He wants to make a star out of Aarohi. Picks him up, brings her to the big city and does all right things to make this damsel in distress into what HE imagines she should be. Bingo, all goes well and a star in born. Our super hero pats himself on his back. He has shown the world what he is capable off. He had a dream for HER and he turned it into reality, without ever thinking, if SHE shared the same dream. But then he was doing this all for her sake. He wanted to make Aarohi a star, he did. But did we at any point in time, wonder if Aarohi wanted the same? She subjected to his wishes and he to alcoholism. She left all for his sake; he could not abstain from drinking.   He wanted Aarohi to attain success, acquire material pleasures, but what if Aarohi never wanted too…? Love was too strong a force with Aarohi to say no to Rahul. Rahul was too strong to ever give in Aarohi’s LOVE. All A...