Behind every successful man, there is a woman.
Behind every Shiva, there is one Shakti.
Kavya is now editing her novel for the final time, before sending this to her editor. She had just reread the opening lines of her upcoming novel. She felt satisfied with how it began. Her latest novel is all about the relationship between men and women. It is aptly titled “Shiva-Shakti”. She read the lines one more time.
Behind every successful man, there is a woman.
Behind every Shiva; there is a Shakti.
Although, it sounds great but still she took a pause to reflected on these lines. Were they true in all senses? Did every man need one woman behind him to get successful? Was it a mere phrase or did it have some connection with reality? She started thinking about the men in her own life.
Her grandfather, Mr. Ramanath Krishnamoorthy was a successful doctor. And her grandmother Smt. Charulatha was a housewife. Had she played any role in his success? Of course. She sacrificed her love for gardening because she had to cater to the needs of a struggling doctor. She had to prepare food for him and had to take care of his family. Sometimes she also had to travel for an extended period of time with her husband while he undertook a tour of any rural village to practice his medical skills. Yes, she was the pillar without whom Kavya’s grandfather would not have tasted success.
Kavya’s father, Mr. Sathyavan Krishnamoorthy was a successful businessman. And her mother, Smt. Roopmati, was a housewife. What role did her mother play in the success of her father? Despite being not so educated, she understood the need of her husband. She particularly remembered his father’s words that he spoke on the first anniversary of his own company. “I owe a lot to Roopmati for the success of my company. Without her support, it was impossible for me to create this empire.” Kavya knew this well. Her mother stood against all the odds to support him. There were times when her father felt helpless and almost at the verge of depression, if it had not been Roopmati’s presence and love, there was no way he would have come out of that phase. She was feeling confident about the first line of her book.
But what about her own husband! Mr. Rahul Parthasarathy, a manager in an MNC. Is he successful? Yes, kind of! Is Kavya responsible for his success? Well, she did not get any clear answer to this question. She felt restless. She called up Rahul on his mobile.
– Rahul, are you busy?
– Not for you Dear…tell me.
– I have a question… Have I contributed anything to your success?
– What! (smiles) From where it came now?
– Just tell me; have I contributed anything towards your success?
– Of course sweetheart, your love makes me strong and that is why I am successful.
Kavya blushed at his unexpected answer.
– Thank you my love.
– Anytime sweetheart. See you in the evening. Bye.
Kavya took some time thinking about Rahul. Their first meeting, where he won the award in the best wildlife photography contest. He captured the photo of a rare snake, which won him that award. Undoubtedly, he is a good photographer but unfortunately he does not have time for his hobby. She felt sad. People should take time for their hobbies, like she did. She took time for honing her skills as a writer. As a result of that today she is a successful novelist. All because she took time for her hobbies!
She wondered why Rahul could not do so. All of a sudden, it struck her hard. He could not find time for photography as someone has to earn constantly to support the family. While Kavya was struggling to publish her first draft, they were literally running out of money. Although, Kavya’s father was a well to do person, Rahul’s self-pride does not allow him to ask for money from Kavya’s father. Because of all this, he kept his tripod and DSLR aside and joined this MNC. Kavya closed her eyes and the tears started rolling out. Undoubtedly, Rahul sacrificed his hobby so that Kavya can achieve her goal. During all these time period, he never point out this to Kavya. It took another 30 minutes before Kavya can control her emotions. She called Rahul again.
– I love you Rahul.
– Love you too Sweetheart.
She disconnected the call. Before she submit her work to the editor, she needs to make one small change. She re-writes the opening line of her novel while smiling through tears. Finally, she is satisfied with it. Now it read.
Behind every successful person; there is a trusting partner.
Behind every Shiva; there is one Shakti & behind every Shakti; there is one Shiva.