A Conjugal Conversation – দাম্পত্যআলাপ - BuddhadebBosu (part-4)
4 November, 201902:10:00 PM
Translated by Pratik Ghosh. Developer of the "JUSTORI" the radio station in hand.
I can’t tell how well she sang. People used to say that she sang very well. She even made her name later having been on a few discs. But then I used to feel always that in her melodies I could hear what I felt but had no words for it.”
“The songs were sung aimed at you – that’s what you want to say.”
“Oh, such a possibility never crossed my mind. If a girl looks at me and I start feeling that she is looking at me in a special way, there can be nothing sillier. If someone had to be aimed at, shouldn’t it be the one whose footsteps behind the scene that was being heard?”
“Footsteps behind the scene? Meaning …”
“Exactly! She was being match made variously. I heard aunt saying – ‘oh well, why such hurry. Let her get along with her bachelor studies – she will get married at the right time – I assure you.’ But her mother would say, ‘One must start looking around early – marriage of a girl isn’t easy.’
One day, her mother asked me, ‘You have such good friends – can’t you recommend a groom for her.’
Aunt laughed and said, ‘Oh yes, you have asked the right person. One who breaks out in cold sweat if you ask him to get something from the shop, will get groom for your daughter!’ Then she gave me a loaded smile and said, ‘But he does know a very suitable groom.’
I didn’t hang around for a moment. I rushed down the stairs - straight out on the street. I was mortified. What must have my aunt’s mother thought!
I was ashamed but also worried. How could I prove that I didn’t go there for any attraction towards Sushama. How could I make them understand that I was not so uncivil to abuse my aunt’s affection? I used to go there often and I just continued doing so. That’s all. Had there been any change in my behavior? Have I given them any reason to think otherwise? I analysed carefully. Did I mislead? Maybe I said something. Maybe the way I perhaps looked at her that got caught in the radar of my aunt’s female mind. When did that happen? How did that happen? I just couldn’t make out. My distress just increased.
I felt that come what may I must clear my name.
I didn’t want to go there anymore but I thought if I suddenly stopped visiting, it would be noticed. So, I continued to go over but went on thinking how I could rectify the situation. Suddenly it occurred to me that indeed if I can really get her a groom, nothing could be better than that. Really, why didn’t I think of this obvious solution?
Fortunately, Sukumar came along just in time. We did our Masters together. He passed his Bengal Civil Service exams and was appointed as the Deputy Magistrate in Khulna. He was on a two-day vacation in Kolkata. As I heard that he hadn’t married yet, my heart leapt out in high hopes.
I didn’t waste time to sound him out. He initially thought it to be a joke. But after the second cup of tea Sukumar became serious. I realized that he had liked the idea of getting married. Suburban life – one gets bored living alone. He gradually got himself well briefed and didn’t cast aside the idea anymore.
To take the matter forward I suggested, ‘Next month there are holidays for Muharram. You could pay a visit to see the girl.’
‘See the girl? What a primitive tradition! I am not in it. If necessary my mother perhaps will once go over.’
‘Indeed! Let me know on time.’
‘Ok, will see.’ Sukumar didn’t say more than that but his facial expression told much more.
Next day, I took aunt aside to inform her. Aunt was a tad surprised. ‘Are you sure, Suman?’
‘What do you mean by being sure? Am I joking with you?’
Aunt looked at me for a while and then said, ‘Ok fine.’ The kind of interest I was expecting from her wasn’t there so much.
But Sushi’s mother was very excited. She held me by my hand and said, ‘This you have to arrange. Such a groom we just cannot let go.’
Soon, Sushi’s marriage was arranged. It was beyond imagination that a marriage can be arranged so easily in Bengal. It seemed it they were destined to be together. All it required was someone to make the connection in between. And I was the go between. Everybody was pleased with me. Who could have thought such an auspicious task can be executed by a worthless chap like me.
But it was Sushama who threw the spanner in the wheel. She declined to get married.
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But then I used to feel always that in her melodies I could hear what I felt but had no words for it.”<\/p>\r\n<p>“The songs were sung aimed at you – that’s what you want to say.”<\/p>\r\n<p>“Oh, such a possibility never crossed my mind. If a girl looks at me and I start feeling that she is looking at me in a special way, there can be nothing sillier. If someone had to be aimed at, shouldn’t it be the one whose footsteps behind the scene that was being heard?”<\/p>\r\n<p>“Footsteps behind the scene? Meaning …”<\/p>\r\n<p>“Exactly! She was being match made variously. I heard aunt saying – ‘oh well, why such hurry. 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I used to go there often and I just continued doing so. That’s all. Had there been any change in my behavior? Have I given them any reason to think otherwise? I analysed carefully. Did I mislead? Maybe I said something. Maybe the way I perhaps looked at her that got caught in the radar of my aunt’s female mind. When did that happen? How did that happen? I just couldn’t make out. My distress just increased.<\/p>\r\n<p>I felt that come what may I must clear my name.<\/p>\r\n<p>I didn’t want to go there anymore but I thought if I suddenly stopped visiting, it would be noticed. So, I continued to go over but went on thinking how I could rectify the situation. Suddenly it occurred to me that indeed if I can really get her a groom, nothing could be better than that. Really, why didn’t I think of this obvious solution?<\/p>\r\n<p>Fortunately, Sukumar came along just in time. We did our Masters together. He passed his Bengal Civil Service exams and was appointed as the Deputy Magistrate in Khulna. He was on a two-day vacation in Kolkata. As I heard that he hadn’t married yet, my heart leapt out in high hopes.<\/p>\r\n<p>I didn’t waste time to sound him out. He initially thought it to be a joke. But after the second cup of tea Sukumar became serious. I realized that he had liked the idea of getting married. Suburban life – one gets bored living alone. He gradually got himself well briefed and didn’t cast aside the idea anymore.<\/p>\r\n<p>To take the matter forward I suggested, ‘Next month there are holidays for Muharram. You could pay a visit to see the girl.’<\/p>\r\n<p>‘See the girl? What a primitive tradition! I am not in it. If necessary my mother perhaps will once go over.’<\/p>\r\n<p>‘Indeed! Let me know on time.’<\/p>\r\n<p>‘Ok, will see.’ Sukumar didn’t say more than that but his facial expression told much more.<\/p>\r\n<p>Next day, I took aunt aside to inform her. 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She declined to get married.<\/p>\r\n<p> <\/p>\r\n<p>To listen this story, press the justori icon: <a href=\"https:\/\/www.justori.com\/justori\/stories\/particularStoryDetails\/1128\" target=\"_blank\"><img src=\"\/storage\/app\/media\/FB_200px_profile.jpg\" width=\"20\" \/><\/a><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>CONTINUE<\/strong><\/span><\/p>","content_html":"<p><img src=\"\/storage\/app\/media\/pratik%20ghosh.jpg\" width=\"100\"><\/p>\n<p><strong>Translated by Pratik Ghosh.\u00a0 Developer of the \"JUSTORI\" the radio station in hand.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I can\u2019t tell how well she sang. People used to say that she sang very well. She even made her name later having been on a few discs. But then I used to feel always that in her melodies I could hear what I felt but had no words for it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe songs were sung aimed at you \u2013 that\u2019s what you want to say.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, such a possibility never crossed my mind. If a girl looks at me and I start feeling that she is looking at me in a special way, there can be nothing sillier. If someone had to be aimed at, shouldn\u2019t it be the one whose footsteps behind the scene that was being heard?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cFootsteps behind the scene? Meaning \u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cExactly! She was being match made variously. I heard aunt saying \u2013 \u2018oh well, why such hurry. Let her get along with her bachelor studies \u2013 she will get married at the right time \u2013 I assure you.\u2019 But her mother would say, \u2018One must start looking around early \u2013 marriage of a girl isn\u2019t easy.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>One day, her mother asked me, \u2018You have such good friends \u2013 can\u2019t you recommend a groom for her.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>Aunt laughed and said, \u2018Oh yes, you have asked the right person. One who breaks out in cold sweat if you ask him to get something from the shop, will get groom for your daughter!\u2019 Then she gave me a loaded smile and said, \u2018But he does know a very suitable groom.\u2019\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>I didn\u2019t hang around for a moment. I rushed down the stairs - straight out on the street. I was mortified. What must have my aunt\u2019s mother thought!<\/p>\n<p>I was ashamed but also worried. How could I prove that I didn\u2019t go there for any attraction towards Sushama. How could I make them understand that I was not so uncivil to abuse my aunt\u2019s affection? I used to go there often and I just continued doing so. That\u2019s all. Had there been any change in my behavior? Have I given them any reason to think otherwise? I analysed carefully. Did I mislead? Maybe I said something. Maybe the way I perhaps looked at her that got caught in the radar of my aunt\u2019s female mind. When did that happen? How did that happen? I just couldn\u2019t make out. My distress just increased.<\/p>\n<p>I felt that come what may I must clear my name.<\/p>\n<p>I didn\u2019t want to go there anymore but I thought if I suddenly stopped visiting, it would be noticed. So, I continued to go over but went on thinking how I could rectify the situation. Suddenly it occurred to me that indeed if I can really get her a groom, nothing could be better than that. Really, why didn\u2019t I think of this obvious solution?<\/p>\n<p>Fortunately, Sukumar came along just in time. We did our Masters together. He passed his Bengal Civil Service exams and was appointed as the Deputy Magistrate in Khulna. He was on a two-day vacation in Kolkata. As I heard that he hadn\u2019t married yet, my heart leapt out in high hopes.<\/p>\n<p>I didn\u2019t waste time to sound him out. He initially thought it to be a joke. But after the second cup of tea Sukumar became serious. I realized that he had liked the idea of getting married. Suburban life \u2013 one gets bored living alone. He gradually got himself well briefed and didn\u2019t cast aside the idea anymore.<\/p>\n<p>To take the matter forward I suggested, \u2018Next month there are holidays for Muharram. You could pay a visit to see the girl.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>\u2018See the girl? What a primitive tradition! I am not in it. If necessary my mother perhaps will once go over.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Indeed! Let me know on time.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Ok, will see.\u2019 Sukumar didn\u2019t say more than that but his facial expression told much more.<\/p>\n<p>Next day, I took aunt aside to inform her. Aunt was a tad surprised. \u2018Are you sure, Suman?\u2019<\/p>\n<p>\u2018What do you mean by being sure? 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