21 June, 2014

Hamartia*



He was a mild-mannered analyst - unconventionally good-looking with a smile that would make you break into one yourself. He had this innate ability to make the people around him hoot with laughter if he so chose but on the whole, his masterful personality commanded respect and admiration, from peers as well as superiors. 

She was masterful too, the words she wrote could make images jump off the pages right into the heart of the readers. She had a loud laugh that covered up most of her insecurities and her heart was bigger than her ego. She constantly spell-checked everyone but the ones who loved her knew that she was not being annoying, it was just the way she was.

And they fell in love.

A simple wedding under the watchful eyes of two sets of parents and a handful of friends was the beginning of their happily-ever-after – neither of them had any illusions about love being perfect but they had understood that as long as they looked forward to snuggling at the end of the day and waking up next to each other at every sunrise, there was nothing much else that they needed.

One day, his mother came to stay with them. While daughter-in-law loved mother-in-law to bits, she couldn’t bear to share her life’s love, her husband, with anyone. And considering he cared about his mother more than everything else, she had not a choice but to deal with the constant ache that possessiveness brought with it.

The rational part of her told her to shut up and deal with it, that she was his  mother and that she was just being a bitch. But that part which governed her love for him raged and ranted every time he gobbled down something that his mother had made for him with relish and she cried herself to sleep every time he fell asleep on his mother’s lap. She had to be nice to her in front of him to remain in his good books and she couldn’t complain to him because one, she knew him enough to know that he would not understand this kind of possessiveness and two, the mother really was a sweet, old lady who was trying to accept that her son had fallen in love with a wildling.

The wildling’s artistic tendencies and wild imagination which had been the best part of her till now were the same things which magnified the possessiveness manifold inside her head and heart. And slowly, her soul was chipping away into nothingness and so was the love. 

She decided enough was enough.

She chose to go the sneaky route and spiked the old lady’s chai every morning. The chronic diabetic couldn’t really tell that all her Sweet ‘n Lows had been replaced with powdered sugar and the packets resealed – she was just happy that she and her bahu were spending some quality time together. The lengths the wildling was willing to go to.  

Eight months later, the old lady succumbed to undetected kidney failure induced by out-of-control blood sugar levels which nobody seemed to be capable of explaining – what happened to the controlled diet, the planned exercises and the insulin shots?  

He was distraught with grief and she was ecstatic with joy.

In brief moments of sanity, the wildling wondered if she was going insane. But then the euphoria of having gotten her own way set in and she climbed quietly into her husband’s lap and nuzzled against his scruffy jaw which dripped quietly with tears.

Until he found the last of his mother’s Sweet ‘n Lows in a dusty cupboard somewhere and painstakingly worked out what had happened.

He hadn’t believed her capable of it until he saw the barely veiled guilt in her eyes and the blind rage that set in was one that he, or for that matter she, had never ever felt before.

“How could you do this to her? All she wanted was to bond with you, find a daughter in you! How could you even think it?!!
“She was taking you away from me!”

But her sentences were garbled as the pressure at her throat was causing the edges of her vision to blur. The rage refused to relent. The pressure evened out only after her body went limp. The face he had loved and sworn to protect was lifeless all of a sudden and the horror that dawned within him was far more destructive than the rage.

The next morning, the newspapers carried a small article in one of the corners somewhere in the middle page “IT husband strangles wife and hangs himself. Suspected insanity.”


And thus, the green-eyed monster claimed three more victims.  

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Most of the time we fail to realize how destructive jealousy and jealous rage can be and what dire consequences it can lead to in any relationship. Whatever else you do or don't do, never underestimate the power of jealousy. 

P.S: Inspired by a true story. 
P.P.S: Too much GoT obsession happening, forgive me. 
*Hamartia - what a beautiful word. I have been hooked to the word since I finished The Fault in Our Stars. It means "fatal flaw", for the uninitiated.
 

32 comments:

  1. I loved it PeeVee! Her heart was bigger than her ego - what a beautiful comparison. Jealousy is indeed a vile monster. Keep writing more please!

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  2. Why do MILs forget that they were DILs once? Such a sad tale. Beautifully written.

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  3. wow! that was intense and scary as hell.

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  4. Sublime narration.

    Its a pleasure reading vintage PeeVee again.

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    1. "Vintage Peevee" gives me more pleasure than it should :D

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  5. hah! Destructive jealousy destructed everything!...

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  6. Ohhh..left speechless. Heights of jealousy. Human relationships are going haywire these days, Pee Vee. Sucks :(

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  7. i like the direction this blog is heading into.. although i'm never a fan of dark stories, they just are necessary aren't they..

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  8. Oh dear! What have they done. Her, him, them.
    Indeed jealousy can kill, but it is like the fault bred in bone, that we want to be loved, and loved alone. :-)

    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  9. indeed that is a beautiful word Hamarita..

    as the story tells and you say Jealousy can be very bad.. and destroy relationships..

    lovely story ..

    Bikram

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  10. My, my! What a narration and what a gripping tale. Held me in a trance, your words! Yes, the green eyed monster is something you should never feed and never shrug off. Keeping a rational eye on it is the only way to get over it.

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    1. But it is so sneaky that, despite constant vigilance, you sometimes end up succumbing...

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  11. This is just sad right? How misunderstanding and jealousy leads to devastating results!!

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    1. Makes me wonder how a mere emotion could cause so much damage.

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  12. Wow that escalated quickly. :P :)

    And I was chuckling (for some reason I was reading this in a less-than-serious tone), until I came to your P.S. Wow really?! :O

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    1. Unfortunately, really :/

      What was so chuckle-able? :D

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  13. Sad to know its a true story. Nicely written!

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  14. Jealousy's the ugliest trait. they say.

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  15. such a gripping tale,indeed jealousy is the mother of all problems
    PS: i too love that name after i read fault in our stars

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    1. Thanks for dropping by and "hamartia" is so lovable :)

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