Sunday, July 16, 2006

Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam

Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam" playing in the background...

Indian incense burning in the car's ashtray


I and mere zindagee are resting in my dad's Chevy watching the stars on a cool October night over looking AlBidi'e beach.


He was so dark and skinny when dad brought him from the airport. "This is Rajkumar" my dad introduced him to me. He was our new driver. His wife had just passed away before he decided to come to Kuwait and earn a living. She was a medical doctor who caught a deadly virus on one of her trips to save sick children in southern poor areas.


Rajkumar came mainly to drive my dad to some distant areas my dad had to go to for business. There were days when I faked being sick just to let Rajkumar drive me to school. I was a senior at colleague and all my friends enjoyed driving their own luxurious cars, when I only cared for being with Rajkumar. I didn't know what I felt, but something deep inside made me want to be with him. The sorrow in his eyes? His tall slim dark figure? I didn't know.


Two years after my graduation and I still went out with Raj. He even drove me to the nearest co-op anywhere close or far; I just wanted to be with him. He was then a fuller man, less tanned, and smelled like my dad's after shave.


"You love him being around because your dad isn't around enough" my friend blurted out once. "He does what you command him to do. He's always there when in need. You are living a fantasy dear. Wake up; you can't be in love with your driver."


My friend's so called "reality shocks" hurt me but I couldn't care less. The joy of being with Raj was the reason I kept living. I had no sisters or brothers, and my mom was a social worker who helped people from the entire country, but forgot the one who needed her most; deeply captivated by lust for her driver.


"I can't touch you, mere dill, only 8 years till I gather enough money from your dad then we can go to Delhi and get married the traditional Indian way you dream of"


"Just like the indian movies? With all the flowers and music?"


"Yes, my dear, I will honor and cherish you"


"I will ride an elephant, run on the highest mountains"


"I will let my sister teach you how to dance"

"Kama sutra?" I thought to myself. "Remember that I don't like the smell of henna"


"Don't worry, our henna is original unlike the one you have here. You'd love it's smell. I will never let you cut this beautiful hair of yours. You will be able to wear sari without anyone gazing although I doubt that. You are so beautiful honey and you're great Indian grandmother's features are so obvious. I bet no one will know you're Kuwaiti there."


Raj plays "Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam" again with his curry scented fingers. My mobile interrupts the scene, It's "di3la" my friend who reminded me that it's near Fajir and my dad might wonder where his car is on his way out to the mosque. Raj drives me back home and I quietly sneak in to my room. I sleep for two hours dreaming of a lovely morning and a long nice ride with Raj to work.

Category: Fiction

17 comments:

Shurouq said...

Flamingoliya
Link us to that song 3alashan n3eesh eljaw.

I loved this piece I wished I had a widowed Indian driver!

Delicately Realistic said...

I was enjoying it until i read "curry scented fingers" :/ laish tsaween chithy? Kint mtkhaylita 7ilo o ntheef, minus curry & everything else that comes with it!


:*

The Grenadine said...

Incense burning in car's ashtray? Why, what are you smoking in your car? Hmmm?

Shopaholic Q8eya said...

Hmmm!!!!

Baroque said...

i second shopa!

what the hell?

Flamingoliya said...

Shurouq
I added it :)

DR
so that you can LIVE the experience ;)

The Grenadine
Indian bukhoor.

Shopa
hmm entay :p

Baroque
don't you like love stories?

Ms.Baker said...

Flaming -

So wonderful! And poignant...I was touched by the tenderness and the innocent longing of the young girl, her yearning for love and the lack of it in her life. Her confusion about it.

The stirrings of a woman's feelings and emotions just beginning to bud within her are what stands out.

You wrote this with much empathy and gave us a look into something simple, yet so complex ( with an element of social danger running throughout).

Well done, Flaming :)

Ms.Baker

Flamingoliya said...

MsB
you have a way of getting through my mind. you analyzed the whole story! thank you!
in other words, "well done" to you too! ;)

Baroque said...

not when the guy is a pedophile ;S

Flamingoliya said...

no no no he's not! they are both in their twenties. If him being widowed implied that, this could happen to anyone at any age! :)

Hind said...

3esht el jaw m3a el song

"I will ride an elephant, run on the highest mountains"

loooool how romantic

post 3ajeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeb!

A3sab said...

falmi, the curry scented fingers...major turn off!

Gradualism said...

looooooooool! Im glad I read Fiction at the end 3abaliii qesa sejeya :P
Mashalaa khayalech wesee3 who would think :P
Nice read merci ;)

Gradualism said...

looooooooool! Im glad I read Fiction at the end 3abaliii qesa sejeya :P
Mashalaa khayalech wesee3 who would think :P
Nice read merci ;)

Flamingoliya said...

Hind
glad you liked it :)

A3sab
its an innitial part of the story :)

Gradualism
it could happen in real you know? :) glad u enjoyed reading it :)

Jewaira said...

I enjoyed this Flames. Very different, realistic and fantastic at the same time; and I liked the curry scent detail. Very important

Flamingoliya said...

THANKS ALOT Dear Jewaira.. your critisism is highly appreciated :)