Akash Mehra
I woke up wishing I was dead. I’ve read extensively about
the power of one’s will. They say a person can make his dreams come true if he
truly believes in them. Well then, why am I not an actor, yet? I have recurring
dreams that I am leading my life the way I always wanted to; I win awards, my
movies are box-office successes, I’m married to the superstar Antariksha and my
life is absolutely perfect. And then I wake up.
My current job is so far from glamour, it’s ironical. I am
an accountant. Need I say anymore? I work with numbers everyday. It is the most
unimaginative job anyone could ever choose to do. There are set rules; certain
items will only appear on the debit side of an account. No two ways about it.
If you put an amount meant to be debited on the credit side of the said
account, it just won’t balance. When this mistake occurs, it can easily be
rectified. Once everything balances, I can go home knowing that everything is
in order. Except that everything isn’t in order. My life is not the way I
imagined it to be. Instead of living a dream, I’m living a nightmare. I’m a
failure and I know it.
My parents are very proud of me. In their eyes, I’m a hero.
But that’s about it. No one else looks up to me. If I die today, it won’t make
a difference to anyone’s life. Yes my parents will be affected, but they are
already on their deathbeds. My friends have proved to me time and time again
that they are only there in the good times. I never married because I knew that
I was meant to marry Antariksha. Marrying someone else would entail
compromising in yet another sphere in life. I tried really hard to become an
actor. I wouldn’t have given up but I had no choice. When dad got cancer and
could work no more, I had to give up on my dream. I had to become the
breadwinner of the family. I had to do this for my “parents”. I never shared
this thought with anyone but I always found it hard to believe that they were
my parents. I didn’t look like either of them and I certainly had a different
outlook on life. They believed in earning enough to ensure three meals a day. I
wanted more.
Antariksha is getting married to that “superstar” or
superstar’s son rather, Abhinav, today. He doesn’t deserve her. He doesn’t
deserve any of it. It’s my life he’s leading. I feel it in my gut. But, who’s
going to believe a 33 year old, boring accountant?
Abhinav Gupta
January 01, 2007
Happy New Year! As if. I’m getting married. Against my will.
My life is over. I hate Antariksha for this. That conniving little ---- you
know what. She had to go and get pregnant. If she was a nobody, I could easily
stay uncommitted. But she’s as big a celebrity as I am. I don’t even know why.
If people knew what she looked like first thing in the morning, she wouldn’t be
half as famous as she is now.
And people think my life is perfect. My life is unreal.
That’s what it is. Ever since I was born my fate was decided. It was a given
that Rajdev’s son would become an actor like him.
Granted, I led a privileged life but I’ve never led a
private life. Honestly, I’m tired of
lying. I lie about my love for Antariksha, I lie about my love for acting- I
lie about everything. When I stand in front of adoring fans, I know I’m a fake.
I have no in-born acting talent. I don’t believe it’s in my genes. Only dad and
I know (and my acting instructors who were paid huge amounts to keep their
mouths shut) how many acting lessons, dancing lessons and hours of rehearsals
it has taken me to achieve the status I have achieved. Whenever I caught dad
staring at me, I knew exactly what he was thinking. He was wondering how I
could be his son. He couldn’t understand how Rajdev and Maya’s son could be
such a terrible actor.
I suppose I am being envied by thousands of men at this very
moment. They must be wishing they could lead my life. I just wish I could lead
the life of a single man. How hard I prayed that the stupid DNA test would
prove that Antariksha’s child isn’t mine. But it is. I now have to go and put
on a fake smile that will have to last for the next 15 hours. How I hoped when
I woke up this morning that this was just a nightmare. But it isn’t. This is my
life.
Dr. Ram Nathwani
January 01, 2007
Rajdev and Maya’s son is getting married today. To that poor
girl Antariksha. How a girl can marry a boy who refuses to believe the child
she is carrying is his, is beyond me. I
conducted the DNA test as requested but ended up stumbling upon a shocking
fact. Rajdev asked me to match his DNA with Abhinav, while I was at it. When
Maya looked at him questioningly, he just laughed and said ‘I always had my
doubts’. He changed the topic by cracking a joke and Maya put it down to one of
his eccentricities. But I knew that Rajdev was serious. I conducted the test; their DNA didn’t match.
But Maya could never have cheated on Rajdev. I just knew it. So I found the
file that contained information of children delivered in my clinic that day,
thirty three long years ago. Abhinav was born before Rajdev and Maya had made
it big. That’s why he was born in a small clinic like mine. That day only six
children were delivered in my clinic. Four of them were girls. That leaves two
boys. The other child was born to a simple middle class family. I couldn’t believe
my luck; they still had the same phone number. I traced that child. I asked him
when he had last got a medical examination done. I asked him to come in and get
a routine check-up done. I lied to him about the Government making regular
check-ups compulsory soon. He didn’t buy it, but came in, nonetheless. One
glance at him and I knew he was Rajdev’s son. I could just see it. I conducted
a DNA test; his DNA matched Rajdev’s. Life is so strange; this boy, Akash
something, is the son of Bollywood’s biggest celebrities, Rajdev and Maya. I didn’t
say anything to this young man or to Rajdev. It’s too late now. I just asked
God for forgiveness. I am sorry for what this child has been deprived of, due
to my mistake. I couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if this boy
had been given the chance to live a life that rightfully belonged to him. I
couldn’t help but wonder what it was like to lead a life that was not yours.