Ek Kathak Aur Uski Kathayen

Monday, March 21, 2005


I've been always been intrigued with obsessions; having a few myself (probably not dangerous ones, *smile* ) they amuse me to no end. So when two of my most favourite readers did posts on obsessions (Incurably Yours and Pink), I decided to join the party!


Walking through the crowd on a busy street she was thinking of him.
Going through the daily chores she was thinking of him.
At the mall, at the workplace, at the basketball court, she was thinking of him.

She was obsessed with him, and she knew it.
She loved her obsession and enjoyed it.
She enjoyed the pleasure the obsession got her.
She enjoyed the pain it brought her.
She enjoyed every moment of her obsession.


Every evening, she would come home and talk to him. Tell him the entire story of her day, what she did-where she went-who she met-who said what-what she told whom; the whole story! She listened to what he told her, she loved his advice. She loved he held her hand when he spoke to her. She loved the way his hand caressed her the nape of her neck; she loved the way his hands played with her hair. She could stare at him for hours to no end; she was so in love.

She wasn't selfish, was she? Of course not. So she listened patiently to his story of his day. She knew he didn't like being interrupted, so she politely smiled and nodded at the right time. She thought he was the smartest guy on earth - and she knew all his stories by heart. Like the time he outwitted his boss in a meeting and impressed everyone there to become his boss's boss the very next hour. Or the time he saved an old woman on the street from stray dogs. Oh and the time he ran to get into a train he missed and managed to catch the train - that was her fault actually, she loved having him drink tea with her and couldn't bear him going away. She laughed at those stories. Oh, he was just so funny... he could turn the dullest stories to the most interesting and hilarious ones!

Suddenly a wave of depression came over her. She realised that he would be going that evening to Mumbai for 3 days. She hated when he went away. She had no one to speak to. No one to admire her, no one to approve her work, no one to crib to, no one to laugh with. She hated his boss; she hated his work; she hated the entire world. She hated herself for loving him; she hated him for loving her; she hated him for being there. She started hunting frantically for his picture. She would shred it in the shredder - it would serve him right for not resigning from that job. But she couldn't find the picture. She knew she had kept it with her perfumes, and broke a bottle trying to locate the picture.

"Well, it was just another bottle of perfume", she sighed.

And as the script said, the broken glass cut her foot, her pretty foot. The pain cut through her, she still couldn't locate the picture. She could take it no more and started crying on the bed, her foot bleeding and the blood making a mess of the sheets besides dripping all over the floor. As always.


It was a good 4 hours before she woke up. She tried putting her foot down but there was an excruciating pain in her leg, and then she remembered the events of the evening. He had to fly to Mumbai, she remembered. And she had to clear the mess.

"God! Why does he do this to me? And why do you do this to me? Why do I hurt myself each time he travels out of the city?"

She took a deep breath and started to clean the mess. Looking wistfully at the bottle of perfume - 'twas a good fragrance. She hoped he left her a note, but realised he hadn't.

"He was probably angry with me again, how stupid of me to hurt myself"

And went to the kitchen to get herself a cup of hot tea. She never liked drinking tea alone, but he wasn't there to give her company. She had started enjoying the pain, the pain in her leg every time he was to travel out and she broke the perfume bottle and the glass cut her leg. The masochist in her loved him travelling out and loved her breaking the perfume bottles for her to cut herself. The tea and the pain put her on a new high. She figured if she can't talk to him, she might as well pretend she was talking to him. So she played the game and told him about her day. By now she knew the drill; she knew what to tell him. She pretended she was on the phone, she pretended he called her from Mumbai. And she started apologising about the perfume bottle and the mess in the bedroom, and about all that blood. She knew blood nauseated him and she went on to tell him how sorry she was. He was as usual patiently listening.

His patience sometimes got onto her nerves. And today, she lost it.
Why can't you ever lose your temper?
Why don't you shout at me?
Why don't you slap me?
Why don't you abuse me?
Why don't you tell me I'm a psychiatric case?
Why don't you throw me out of the house for me to fend for myself?
Why at least why don't you tell me to change my job, my clothes, my hairstyle, the way I cook food?
Why don't you ever say anything Raj?
Why Raj, Why?

But this time there was no answer. She shouted and shouted and kept shouting till she broke down and started crying again.

She knew something was wrong. She knew she needed help. And she knew it was already too late. She knew she was obsessed with a figment of her imagination, she knew Raj didn't exist; she knew she was playing games with herself. And yet, she needed Raj. He was her need, for her to survive. She needed him to take care of her, she...

And once again her brain went into a state where her obsession with Raj was controlling perception of reality.


  • At 9:13 AM, March 21, 2005, Blogger Sudhakar said…


  • At 2:10 PM, March 21, 2005, Blogger Kathak - The Story Teller! said…

    Thank You Charlie :)

  • At 3:53 PM, March 21, 2005, Blogger Daneshia said…

    :D :D :D :D :D

    A good one indeed, and the title fits perfectly!

    Does it have anything to do with a certain boy who has a dog+...+....?

  • At 5:29 PM, March 21, 2005, Blogger Kathak - The Story Teller! said…


  • At 9:47 PM, March 21, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    great story kathak!

    i liked it!

    danny dare you get that guy who has a dog!

    we already have someone else for her!

    love you kathak,
    Agent R!

  • At 11:15 PM, March 21, 2005, Blogger Daneshia said…

    And I know who that is!

  • At 1:47 AM, March 22, 2005, Blogger S m i t h a said…

    good one Kathak.
    guess we have started a trend with the obsessions!
    R & Danny, who is it?
    Charlie, u know?

  • At 1:31 PM, March 22, 2005, Blogger Kathak - The Story Teller! said…

    Yeah, even I would love to know... who is it you guys got in mind for me?

    Agent R, by any chance, the shared resource?

  • At 1:35 PM, March 22, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Shared resource huh? Been following danny's example and studying CN kya?

    But I like the idea of calling him a shared resource!

    Agent R (with an exclaimation)

    P.S: The "with an exclaimation" was for Charlie, who forever suspects foul play.

  • At 1:40 PM, March 22, 2005, Blogger Kathak - The Story Teller! said…

    No, I havn't been studying CN.

    But which shared resource are you talking about?

  • At 1:46 PM, March 22, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Never mind K dearie. But with the amount of IP this and IP that and IP whatever and IP whereever and a hell lot of IP questions, and the subnet this and the subnet blah blah and then TELNET and whatever you were asking, anyone would think you've been doing a Phd in CN.

    And after that you're asking me about shared resources? You answer it woman!

    People who do not know what this is all about, she's been asking too much in CN (communication networks) practicals, even correcting the guy on things he was saying, and made him go like "yeah... actually she's right" a couple of times over! And then she's asking me what a shared resource is. Yeah sure Kathak, I'll tell you ....

    Agent R!

  • At 1:48 PM, March 22, 2005, Blogger Kathak - The Story Teller! said…

    Dearest Agent R, I want to know more about *the* shared resource, and not about shared resources in general :p

  • At 1:53 PM, March 22, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Lets see, we actually have multiple shared resources on our hand.

    1. That shared resource
    2. The shared resource you were line maroing today
    3. The shared resource i was line maroing (same as #1)
    4. And the shared resource we line maro (same as #1 and #3)

    Agent R!

  • At 1:55 PM, March 22, 2005, Blogger Kathak - The Story Teller! said…

    Agent R, I have a question. Was #2 to distract from the main point? And was the main point by any chance #1... as well as #3 and #4?

  • At 2:03 PM, March 22, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    K darling, don't you think it would be a good idea to get back to the project?

    Enough of CN, its time to

    RSEG code_sgmt ;swtch to code sgmt

    Agent R!

  • At 11:06 PM, March 24, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Dear S,

    I seriously think the Film Script writing profession would suit you very well. It needs an out of this world imagination which seems to posess you all of sudden. When you are not talking about peaches and bananas remember??? Grin!!

  • At 11:09 PM, March 24, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    oops that shouldn't have been

    That should have been
    Obsessively Yours
    me :D

  • At 9:54 AM, March 25, 2005, Blogger Kathak - The Story Teller! said…

    G, as always, a pleasure to have you around.

  • At 11:53 PM, March 25, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    you know me too well for my own good K. Well the peaches and bananas was a giveaway at any rate. I'm glad to be here too.
    Love G

  • At 1:44 AM, February 28, 2010, Blogger Saiba said…

    From 'almost cute' to 'woah, scary'.
    Nice transition.


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