The Orgasm

At my age of 28 today, I have been married for 5 years. These years have been very satisfying. One has a comfortable house with all the amenities, a loving husband to take care of one’s financial and physical needs. We have a child that keeps me occupied. But I try to grope through life to find what still keeps me Unsatisfied?

I look back to my early age when this only daughter of my parents was being brought up by two working and committed lecturers in the JNU. The Jawahar Lal University is a sprawling campus with residential apartments for its faculty. The faculty primarily comprised of the ex-students that fared well in Post graduate course or pursued Phd in the academic environment of the University.

My parents had not seen the world beyond their books, lectures, Symposiums, Workshops and Paper readings. Their social interaction would also take place with the fellow academicians where chatting would turn into a debate over cups of tea.

At an early age I was introduced to the world of books. The growing years made the books grow fatter and more in number. The quest to know more triggered interest in literary talks, debates and by the time I finished Post graduation, I was participating in the Inter-University debates.

Today a young girl in her preteens is conscious of the fashion. For me fashion and dressing up was White Salwaar with coloured handwoven Khaadi kurtas. It gave me a sense of belonging with the culture and environment of the Academic community in JNU. It was kind of an unwritten dress code for women feeling strongly about social and intellectual issues.

I had never noticed my height of 5ft. 7 inches with sharp features and fair skin. It was a distant relative who extended the information and shared the statistics with this well-to-do business family in Delhi. It was the girl’s looks that mattered, for Business people do not appreciate establishing family relations with Professors.

The boy and now my husband was well built, smart young man. He communicated fine. His vocation was trading in Automobile spare parts. He had no vices that successful businessmen adorn them with. But other hobbies and interest would again be business, investments, properties, plots, money and assets. The issues that related to society, community, state and the mankind would seldom evoke a comment. I could not know him more then, for the marriage was a hurried affair over the weekend.

Well, the marriages are made in heaven. Ours was heavenly. A simple ritual was solemnized in the front lawn of the flat. The boy’s family celebrated the event by holding receptions at their native place in Punjab and Delhi. I could not comprehend the reason for such a splurge and extravagance.

Honeymoon was being planned. The plan for Honeymoon was a topic that all participated in. Relatives, friends, chums, acquaintances and neighbours all talked about the Honeymoon. As new to this house, I was open to accept a different lifestyle but that of the Business people seemed quite divergent and loud.

At the hill station on ‘Honey Moon’ we seldom got out of the hotel. My proposal of long walks on hilly terrain was always dropped in favour of remaining indoors. I presume men behave that way. The vacation was extended and the sharp featured, fair, tall torso evinced more interest in the young man than the three different newspapers that I ordered the Bell Boy to deliver every day.

The marriage is give and take. I have learnt to talk money. A great marriage is not when the ‘perfect couple’ comes together. It is when an imperfect couple learns to enjoy the differences. I enjoy the love and attention that I get from husband and family. I feel satisfied and satiated. What I still however miss is the Intellectual orgasm.

- Bhaiya, Jagdeep Bhargava