Pratiksha was having Dal Rice while staring at her strict mom, dad, and elder brother. She wanted to ask them one last time if they'd permit her to fulfill her dream, and hence She gulped down a glass of water and wiped her wet mouth from the napkin. She fluttered her eyelashes while toying with the spoon, and Parvati, her mother asked her a bit curtly - "Kya hua? Chamach ke saath aise khel kyu rahi ho?"
"Kuch nahi aai," Pratiksha replied to her in a low voice.
"Mujhe aap sabse kuch pooch na hai." She uttered, in a soft voice, and all of them hummed while chewing the steam rice with more dal.
"Can I give an audition for singing?" Pratiksha asked them with a hopeful expression, and Everyone looked at her strangely.
"Yeh bhoot firse tumhare dimag pe kaise chadh gaya?" Parvati questioned her with bitterness in her voice.
"Aai, mere dimag se kabhi yeh bhoot utra hi nahi. I love singing, please meri baat sun lijiye." Pratiksha requested them, her eyes flickering hopelessness.
"Ekach gosht kiti vela repeat karnar amhi mi nako bolo na tar bas," Parvati announced her decision in a firm voice, emptying her plate.
(Ek hi baat kitni baar repeat kare hum? Maine mana kiya na bas fir)
"But aai mala gana khup avadta mala singer banaycha ahr." Pratiksha tried to plead, and her brother had enough of his sister's drama. He threw the spoon on the table with a thud and glared at her.
(But Aai mujhe gana bahut pasand hai, mujhe singer banna hai)
"Khadat jaude tucha passion ata parat hai nhi bolaycha nahitar mi tula sodnar nai." Pratiksha's brother Omkar threatened his sister in a dangerous tone, and his eyes blazed with the inevitable firestorm.
(Bhaad me jaye tera passion, ab firse yeh mat bolna warna tujhe choduga nahi)
"Matlab aap log meri baat nahi manege?" Pratiksha asked them with an emotionless face, and Her father Gajanan interrupted - "Tum humein dhamki dene ki koshish kar rahi ho?"
"Nako Baba, dhamki hi deni hoti toh kabka de deti...I'm asking all of you nicely." Pratiksha softened her tone, knowing her father might even raise her hand at her if She would speak to him disrespectfully.
"Theek hai, toh sunlo fir dubara, tumhe singing karne nahi milega," Gajanan said in a finality tone and stood up.
"But I can't understand singing me aisa kya hai jo mujhe karne se roka jaa raha hai?" Pratiksha demanded an answer to her question, and Omkar clenched his jaw, saying quite solemnly - "Tujhe jitna kaha hai utna hi kar samjhi? Yeh sab bollywood ki duniya hum jaise logo ke liye nahi bani hai. Humein humara career ache se padh likh kar khud banana hai."
"Dada, aap singing shows nahi dekhte hai kya? Door door se log aate hai apne sapne pure karne, apni pehchan banane...apna talent dikhane." Pratiksha looked at her brother with a disbelieving expression.
"Aur wahi sapne woh heartless judges tod dete hai unhe reject kar ke," Omkar said in a stern voice.
Pratiksha took a deep breath, and explained to her brother in a gentle voice - "Toh kya hua isme dada? Hum jab alag alag offices me interview dene jate hai toh zaroori hai woh sab humein select karege? Just because they reject us Iska matlab yeh toh nahi hua na ki hum me kuch kar dikhane ki capabilities nahi hai? Rejection is a key to success and growth, aise hi toh log improve karte hai apne aap ko."
"Tu na zyada gyaan mat baant mujhe, maine tujhse zyada duniya dekhi hai...aur is duniya me survive karne ke liye humein Degree chahiye hai Passion nahi," Omkar told his sister in a bitter tone, his jaw tightening bit by bit.
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