“Disgusting! How can you like him?” asked Sidra loudly.
“Shut up. His smile is just so beautiful. It has this wow effect on me,” replied Sadaf.
“But, Emraan Hashmi? I thought you were endowed with a better taste,” retorted Sidra.
“Well, you are being unfair to him. He is noted for his exhilarating onscreen performances. Moreover, a blockbuster music album is a certainty in every Emraan Hashmi movie. Besides, the stunt scenes in his movies are awe inspiring,” responded Sadaf.
“Yeah, he is probably the only actor in the industry, who performs stunts with his lips. I love the songs in his movies. Though, only the audio versions,” Sidra giggled.
“The video versions are for the matured ones. They might instigate certain sensations in your body,” replied Sadaf.
“Sensations? As in sarsarahat, sansanahat, gudgudahat,dagmagahat,farfarahat, thartharahat, kapkapahat, bharbharahat, dabdabahat, chatpatahat?” asked Sidra teasingly.
“Exactly,” Sadaf agreed, as both of them burst into fits of laughter.
They were engrossed in their own little world, oblivious to their surroundings. Totally unperturbed about what people might think about them. It is weird how people forgo their happiness at the altars of social expediency. How they avoid being themselves just for the sake of people, who least care whether they live or die.
Sidra and Sadaf were sisters. Correction: they were soul sisters, who refused to leave each other, even for a split second. They were inseparable, a soul entrapped in two mortals. They complemented each other, nourishing each other with sustenance. They fought over petty issues, vehemently criticized each other, indulged in monumental sulks and cynical verbal altercations. However, regardless of their personal issues, they fought like cornered tigers when confronted with a common menace.
They didn’t need words to communicate with each other. They had perfected the language of snarls and smiles and frowns and winks, sniffs and snorts and gasps and sighs that could undermine any tale you were telling.
Both of them had opted to pursue their graduation in Mathematics. Even in the classroom, they refused to part with each other. Sidra and Sadaf were renowned in their college for their free spirited nature and vivacity. They excelled in their academic pursuits and still managed to slip in the odd prank with their juniors. Though there were some who sympathized with them, offering them commiserations for their condition. Sidra and Sadaf were the darlings of their colony. They were reverential towards their elders, affectionate towards the youngsters and friendly with those in the same age group. They harbored all those dreams and aspirations which were common among girls of their age. Referring to her marriage plans, Sidra once said “My husband shall be the most attractive guy in the city. Well, I am one hell of a catch and I hope so is he.” “Someone like Shahrukh Khan?” questioned Sadaf. “Yeah, like Shahrukh Khan, with a change”. “And what is that?” enquired Sadaf. “Instead of kkkk Kiran, he would stammer like Sssss….Sidra,” chuckled Sidra. Sadaf smiled, trying to camouflage her hopelessness. “Unlike others, the question in our case is not when we’d get married. The conundrum is ‘If we got married’, she said to herself, apprehensive, lest Sidra should sneak into her conscience and eavesdrop on her thoughts.
Diversity and variety is the quintessential law of nature. Sidra and Sadaf were no exception to this divine decree. Sadaf wanted to pursue her Masters in Applied Mathematics, whereas Sidra wanted to pursue her career as a writer. Sadaf was an introvert, who’d spend hours in the garden, meticulously pondering over the wonders of nature. In stark contrast, Sidra was a free spirited soul, who liked to party and enjoy with her friends. The tryst of destiny had united them together, in an inseparable bond, making them recipients of sympathetic hugs and empathetic condolences.
Sidra and Sadaf were conjoined twins, joined at the head. There is a medical term for it – Craniopagus. An extremely rare case of congenital abnormality, prevalent in one among a million babies in the world.
Initially, their parents were horrified at the prospects of their survival. Slowly and steadily, the girls managed to adapt themselves to their ‘misfortune.’ People wondered how God could be so cruel, as to shade the lives of these girls with adversity and affliction. They were ridiculed and jeered at, as if they were an UFO.
“We are UFOs – Unique, Famous, Outrageous,” used to be Sidra’s favorite rejoinder, when confronted with bizarre questions. When hurt, the twins used to remember their late mother, who’d taught them a verse of the Quran to tackle such depressing situations. “But indeed, if any show patience and forgive, that would truly be an exercise of courageous will and resolution in the conduct of affairs.”
They’d travelled to United States, trying to convince doctors to separate them. However, the doctors had declined as such a surgery would involve a high degree of risk for both. After meeting world renowned neurosurgeon, Ben Carson, the twins decided to take the chance and gave consent for the operation. A large team of International specialists, consisting of 28 surgeons and more than 100 support staff assembled at the St. Thomas Hospital, London, to undertake, perhaps the most daring surgery of the decade. Sidra and Sadaf held each other’s hand, as they bid farewell to everyone, supremely confident of surviving the surgery. Dispelling Sidra’s apprehensions, Sadaf said “I know we can make it through the storms and the rain, to that beautiful rainbow that shall last forever.”
I don’t know, whether the twins managed to survive. Let’s hope, that they did manage to. Let’s hold each other’s hands and engross ourselves in the realms of an illusory world. The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because, it’s only the intangibles, ideas, concepts, beliefs and fantasies that last.
Ah! I see a woman. She must be in her late forties. She is re-adjusting her spectacles, as the class follows her lecture with immaculate attention. “The Riemann’s zeta function is a function whose argument maybe any complex number other than 1.” A student stood up and said “But, Professor Sadaf, Isn’t Riemann Hypothesis part of David Hilbert’s list of 23 unsolved problems in Mathematics?” Oh, Look at her. She’s our very own Sadaf.
I see another woman in the college corridor, along with a kid. As the period gets over she enters the classroom and says “Aapa, Take care of your son. He’s been bothering me since the past couple of hours” Sadaf cuddles him in her arms. “Did you trouble Aunty Rehaan?” inquired Sadaf Sorry Mumma” replied Rehan ~~ Even if they didn’t make it, I salute their spirit for being able to see the lighter side of life, amidst the dark caverns of despondency and hopelessness. I adore them for they swam in the tides of dejection and despair with exquisite dexterity. They were happy. They say there is no cosmetic for beauty like happiness. Sadaf and Sidra were beautiful, in every sense of the word.