Story of Sathya

And the Saga continued…

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‘A big fat Indian wedding’ is what people generally say when people belonging to two different affluent families get together for a nuptial knot. The  Pandey’s and the Trivedi’s were together for a cause. Vimal Pandey, the youngest son of Bhisham Pandey, the famous industrialist from Allahabad and Shweta Trivedi, the only daughter of Kamal Trivedi, the CEO of  Trivedi brothers were getting married. They hardly knew  each other but today they were going to be a part of an eternal bond. Knowing someone for short duration and knowing someone for long  time is actually different.  Vimal was a reticent young man and Shweta was an outgoing girl who didn’t belong to the league of introverts. She was active in fact she was hyperactive. She loved helping people and she was an active volunteer of ‘Help India’ forum. 

Story of Sathya

Both the families were getting ready for the marriage ceremony. Shweta was arrayed for the wedding in a gossamer fine, red saree which was embroidered with gold and other rich fabrics.  She was wearing a gold necklace and her arms were filled with golden bangles. Her dark long hair was neatly braided and decorated with flowers.  One could easily fall for her beauty. Why not? Of course it was her wedding and he ought to look beautiful. Her looks could have injured many youngsters and for a moment all of them would have been cursing Vimal. A golden band encircled her slender waist and anklets of silver gleamed on her feet. She was dressed to impress and it was just perfect. Her hand was designed with henna.  She wore the mehndi till her arms. On the other side , Vimal was waiting at the Mandap for Shweta, his bride. He was fidgeting with his mobile phone. He swiftly put his cell phone inside his pockets as he saw Shweta walking towards him. He was incessantly poking his mobile phone. There was deafening silence as she walked towards him. For a moment, the world seemed beautiful to him.  All eyes were glued to her. He neatly inspected her from top to bottom. As she blinked her eyes, it invoked smile on his face. Such was the beauty of her majestic eyes. Her eyes were framed by an arched eyebrow which defined her looks. A svelte nose adorned her looks.  Her milky smooth skin, rosy lips could make anyone smile. As she neared him, butterflies started fluttering inside his stomach. She sat next to him on the mandap. Vimal smiled at her and said, “You look stunning!” 

Shweta blushed and thanked him even without looking at him. That was the first instance where  the bold and outgoing Shweta behaved like a typical Indian girl. All the family members were dressed in rich attires. The pundits chanted the mantras. Vimal garlanded Shweta and promised her to be with her till eternity and provide her a life full of happiness. They both then headed for the blessing session where they sought blessings from the elders of the family. It was a long day. Vimal never missed a chance to compliment Shweta. It made her feel good. The reception was held at evening. He  was wearing a black dashing blazer while his bride was wearing the reception saree. The reception was graced by the presence of people from Vimal’s and Shweta’s office and their friends. People lined up with presents on their hand. They greeted the couples and took photographs. It was indeed a big day for them. The sun sunk behind the clouds and paved way for the moon.

It was 11 PM. The night was young. Vimal was inside his room. He was wearing a Royal embroidered Kurta. He sat on his bed, his eyes stuck on his mobile phone. The bed was festooned with rose petals. Shweta entered the room. She held a thumbler containing milk. She was accompanied by few girls. They shared jokes as shy Shweta walked inside. They pushed her inside the room and locked the room.

Vimal failed to notice Shweta as she walked inside the room. 
Story of Sathya

“Ahem! Ahem!” She cleared her throat.  Vimal was too with his cell phone to notice his beloved. Shweta gave a confused look and sat next to him.

“It’s a long hectic day; isn’t it?” she asked with a smile. She meticulously placed the thumbler on the table where a bowl containing fruits were kept.

“Hectic indeed!” Vimal said, fidgeting with his mobile phone. Shweta was upset that Vimal was occupied with his mobile phone on the most important night of their life.  Many unanswered questions knocked her mind which could only be answered by Vimal. There was deafening silence for few minutes as Vimal  was engrossed with his mobile phone. She looked at him and was trying to find out what he was doing on his mobile phone.  From her analysis, it seemed Vimal was drawing random horizontal and vertical lines on his mobile phone. 

“Oh Shit! Shit …Shit…Shitt…” Vimal said, slapping his forehead and continued, ” Why does this always happens with me. Why God? I now have to wait for another 1 hour for my next life.”

  He turned his head towards his newly wedded wife. This was the first time he looked at her that night. He again complimented her and his wife acknowledged with a smile. She loved compliments and she blushed every time someone appreciated her beauty. Why wouldn’t she smile as her very own beau had admired her beauty

“Shweta, why do you remain silent? Don’t you want to talk to me?” Vimal asked.

“Of course, I do!” Shweta looked straight into his eyes and said, “You are always glued to your phone  and I thought it would be  rude  to disturb you.”

“Thank God, you didn’t  distract me. I was on level 99. Important Level for me, you see,” he said with a smile on his face.

He took a sip of the milk and continued, “Imagine me reaching level 100 on my wedding night. Wouldn’t that be amazing? A night to remember.”

All that Vimal said to her seemed Tamil and Telugu to Shweta. But the mention of words like levels gave her clear indications  that he was talking about some game.

He smiled and showed his mobile phone to her. “See this. I love this game. I am addicted to it. This is my drug, Shweta and  I can’t think of a life  without this.” He said.

Shweta stood there speechless for a moment not knowing what to say and how to react. How could a man be addicted to such  mobile games? she asked herself.

“This game is called Candy Crash!”he said.

“I know this game.” Shweta said and asked, “You need to swipe out similar type of candies, right?” 

“Oh yes,” Vimal said. 

“Do you also play this game?” he curiously asked her. 

“No, I don’t. I detest such games. I once happen to play that game on my friend Neeta’s mobile,” she replied.

“I love breaking jellies  and candies. It’s fun.” he said.

Shweta was visibly disappointed. She wanted to cry but tears just refused to flow.

 “Such an immature man!”  she thought to herself.

“Which man on Earth breaks candies and jellies on his wedding night? Most men crave for this night and instead of making me special he is fancing around a stupid mobile phone. Godamn! “ she thought again.

Her mind started thinking at the pace at which Vimal broke the candies in candy crash. Probably the candy crash game had crashed her dreams and happiness. 

Her animosity grew more as he logged into his laptop to search for cheat codes on Google.  

“Wedding Night, my foot!” she uttered to herself as she saw her husband browsing different websites in pursuit of the Candy Crash cheat codes.

She was a Psychologist by profession. She wanted to analyze her husband. All her attempts to talk to Vimal seemed futile. After several attempts, Vimal finally reached the 100th level at 5.30 AM. But by then Shweta was in deep slumber. She woke up in between to see Vimal. As usual , he would busy indulge himself in the game. At 5.31 AM, he screamed at the top of his voice that woke up his wife Shweta.

“Yippey! I did it! 100 Levels. I feel like Sachin Tendulkar. Shweta, I reached the 100th level.”  He screamed in joy. Shweta rubbed her eyes and looked at him. Even Sachin would be feeling pity for Shweta.

He hugged her. He did a small jig by performing a pelvic thrust in Mithun Chakraborty style. It was the first time she felt a serene touch of her husband on her wedding night. She smiled. But the happiness was short lived. He soon crashed to bed after crashing all the jellies and candies.  Shweta sobbed cursing her destiny and future. 

“What kind of Life will I live with this man who breaks candies. There are many beautiful things in me that can lure him. But his mind revolves around candies and jellies. This stupid game killed my dreams and joy.” she thought again.

“I should do something.” She declared a virtual war against Candy Crash and was determined to get her husband back. She started gathering details about Vimal. She soon started prying into his personal things as  now she had all the authority to do so.  After few months, she successfully gathered enough details about her husband sometimes by inquiring about him from her in laws while sometimes through Vimal’s friends.

She rolled her sleeves and clenched her fist and said, “Candy Crash…your days have come. I will win my husband back. I am going to de-addict him from you.”

Vimal worked in a multinational Company in India. Like every parents, Vimal’s parents too wanted him to be a doctor. But Vimal missed a medical seat by 1 mark which was equivalent to some 3500 ranks. He cursed himself that night when his entrance exam results were announced. He soon got admitted to a good Engineering college on the basis of merit. Engineering had changed his life upside down.  After completing his Engineering, Vimal joined an IT company. He was the only QA Engineer in a team of 10 Engineers. He was royally screwed at work by his boss to complete his KRA goals. He used to sit whole day and night at office in order to meet his timelines and deadlines. It was said that sometimes he used to sleep at his cubicle. Such was his pathetic life. He soon got into depression and his office doctor labeled him as a patient of stress. To overcome stress, the doctor suggested him to play Candy Crash. He even gave a statutory warning to Vimal to play it only when feeling stressed. He asked him to go complete levels day by day. But he just ignored the doctors statutory warning and  started liking Candy Crash. 

Sooner he de-stressed himself and he started performing well at office. But they say that excess quantity of anything can cause serious injury to mind.  Vimal was caught playing Candy Crash at cafeteria, Status calls, Client calls and even important Team meetings. He even used to play this game at his Appraisal meetings owing to which his boss preferred his other subordinates for promotions. At some point of time, his juniors got good hikes and promotions and he got zilch! They say some things happens for your own good. But there was nothing great that happened in his life. Even on his wedding day he played candy crash game when no one noticed him. His Facebook friends unfriended him as he send bulk candy crash invites to them. He gained unwanted animosity from his friends as a result of which his social circle depleted. Even his online friends from Brazil, Bangladesh, Somalia, Philipines and Algeria whom Vimal added to create a candy crash circle unfriended him. They felt that Vimal was getting too much into this game and this could spread as a virus to them as well. He was left alone. Today he was only left with his family and wife Shweta. 

It was night 10 AM. The door bell rang. Shweta peeped in from the door hole and saw Vimal standing outside fidgeting with his mobile phone playing Candy Crash. She was clearly irritated after she felt that her husband gave her less attention as compared to the mobile game.  He got refreshed and they sat together for dinner. Shweta offered him the parathas that she had made for him. She got vexed when he didn’t appreciate her paratha and spoke about his game. 

“I just can’t get through this level. Stuck at 197 yar!” Vimal said.

“That’s it…this is it…you can never understand me, Vimal. Even I got feelings. You have just taken me for granted,” she blurted out words that were in her mind for days.

“What are you saying, Shweta?” Vimal asked.

“You don’t have time for me.”

“You are always silent!” Vimal replied.

“Oh, is it? My silence must be heard,” she said, “I am a headstrong woman and I definitely hate such kind of behavior from someone whose mine… I hate it when you don’t give me time. And moreover you always took my silence for granted.”

“It’s your stupid mobile game that is everything to you and not your beautiful wife,” she added.

“I’m tired of everything.” She cried.

Vimal was worried for once. He looked at her eyes and said, “For drugs they have a rehabilitation center, but sadly there is none for Candy Crash.”

“Change me! I want to be back to what I used to be…I want a life. Change me,” he said, “I will support you.” 

After hearing such words from her husband, Shweta smiled at him. That night they made love for the first time and the second time and then the third time. They both loved each other. Weeks passed and Shweta was successful in changing her husband. They made love every night. Vimal uninstalled Candy Crash from his mobile phone. His friends accepted this change and added him again on Facebook. People started talking to him again.

Shweta was happy that she got her husband back. She had won the greatest game of her life. She had crushed Candy Crash.

Years passed and they both lived together happily.  One night, Shweta sat close to Vimal. She ruffled his hair and kissed her. Vimal was busy ready news on

“Candy Crash Version 2 to return. This times not just jellies and candies; they have chocolates, vegetables and fruits.”

Vimal’s face gleamed with joy as he read that article. He soon launched Google Play store to download it. 

Shweta feared that ghosts of past would haunt her again. She began distracting him. He smiled at her and started kissing her voraciously. But Shweta didn’t notice that he had already touched the ‘Install’ icon on his touch phone. As they both kissed each other, the installation process had already began.

“You would always been mine no?” Shweta asked Vimal.

“Yes baby!” he said.

“Whom do you love? Me or Candy Crush?” she joked.

“Of Course you!” he said and kissed her again. But by then he had already launched the game.

Candy Crash was back and this time it was back with a bang, a new version to haunt Vimal.

And the Saga continued……

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