The book 2 States: The Story of My Marriage by Chetan Bhagat depicts the love story of a guy and girl in 2 states (duh) – Punjab and India, who face hardships in convincing their parents to approve of their marriage.
Here’s my version of 2 States, and don’t worry, as of now it doesn’t involve my marriage (idk if in the future it might…) Also, for literary purposes, please consider Klang as a state, although it isn’t.
If there was one place I disliked going was to Klang. I don’t really know if its the pollution, the people or the fact that Klang trains were always packed, but I hated Klang. The only few times I went there for our church convention, which I had to obviously tag along and an akka’s wedding I badly wanted to dress up for. Bridesmaid Band knew how much I disliked that place and the list of things I told them not to do, including marrying anyone from Klang.
Incase you’re from Klang, or you were born in Klang or you love Klang (idk for what reason), before your blood boils and curdles, I pray you read the entire post. (pheww)
2 States: My story of Almost Considering Another City – Home.
It all started off on a fine day – I woke up after my evening nap in SandRay’s house wondering why the heck my heart was racing. Little did I know that it was a sign that something was about to go wrong. Everything that day was instagram perfect, I had fun uploading videos of the kids on my insta stories except for the fact that we went to Ray’s school like a coconut to pick her non-existent PT3 results. (yes, we should have cross-checked if the results would be out that day, but lol – who cares). And then there came a call from MC akka who told me that Acha was leaving Seremban. My instant reaction was – wth, why, why, why? I was always confident that he would stay a little longer here, and no transfers at least for a year. But you know what, Kezia’s confidence in certain matters for the past few times have been absolutely wrong and this was one of it.
The three of us (San, Ray, myself) opened the water works, and water started gushing out from those God given pools. The 10 minute car ride to church was melancholic. An eternity had seemed to pass by the time we reached church for Children’s Day practice and A anneh’s frantic efforts in making us talk was in sheer vain. Conversations regarding the broken pipe in SanRay’s house toilet was shushed due to the wiping of our silent tears.
Nope, no one died. But the feeling that someone so close is going to leave, left us with so much fear, anxiety and questions. Why so fast? We could have blamed the sun, moon, stars and whatsoever but then God’s leading, no man can defy. That day, during Childrens’ day practice, every time Acha walked past, it was a tought battle between tearing eyes and seeping smiles. As much as we didn’t want ourselves to be sad, reality shook us in our face on Sunday.
I least cared if my kids action songs were recorded because I knew that the Childrens’ Day atmosphere was just pent up with so much sadness. We told 16 Hallelujahs for the last time in 6 months and prepared our hearts for the great goodbye.
By then, I had decided that Klang was our dead enemy. Like why, K L A N G? Not enough with the pollution, traffic jam, annoying people and now you’re taking our Acha away? (i was so emotional, guys)
The night before the great goodbye, was rather confusing. Matters arose and we couldn’t sleepover with Bridesmaid Band and I was rather annoyed at that fact. Brushing those petty matters aside, brave me rose the next morning and vowed to never step my foot in Klang. But you know what, lately my plans haven’t been working out and I was actually going to send of Acha in Klang. Duh. Not much tears in the van, except for mummy who teared occasionally. We kids had lots of fun with Erica and Jute boy. The so called 2 hour ride to Klang (I thought it took 2 hrs from Seremban) was done in 1 hr 15 mins – all the more reasons to fret.
We had cakes, tried to make ourselves home in Klang church but well, nothing is like Seremban. Seremban is home. But as the clock ticked, we had spent around 2 hours and there came a sense of belonging and wave whispering that we’d come here more often now. Honestly, at the end of it, I didn’t mind staying in Klang – at all. Of course Acha had to leave to KL and we had a short prayer before he left. That was the time I knew my true potential in crying. I had burst into tears and thank God for my mini hand, I could cover my mouth and not allow those lil stiffles to be heard. The more he advised us, the more tears flowed and within the next few minutes, Sandra and I had turned into a waterfall.
As he left, we rushed to the staircase area and burst into fits of tears. Shamelessly, we allowed it to streak our cheeks and cried aloud in unison. We were in a totally terrible disposition and I bet anyone who had seen us in that get up would have assumed that someone passed away. I guess in the next meeting, the Klang church people would have notice that their stairs was spotless due to the fact that we ‘mopped’ it with our tears. An hour passed and we were done crying, ready to meet our parents who had given us some privacy during those grievous moments.
We had spent around 3 hours there and wuu, that place did feel a little like home. Conversations whizzed passed and we were kinda decided on stuff like “Sister, can we come stay here once awhile and come for meetings”. Lol, yeah, we were so #desperados that time but we understand reality, that it isn’t possible, we can’t just abandon Seremban. Dramatic us took pictures like we were never gonna be able to visit Klang church again and hopped on the van. I should say that we’ve been blessed with parents, aunts, uncles & bros (like Jochu anneh & Jute boy) who understood us really well. Off we went to two rows of Indian clothing shops to kinda forget our sadness (ikr, we were so miserable that shopping had to come to the rescue).
It was fun, walking in those stores, checking all the zillions of sarees. Actually I was more interested in the Sherwani’s (I always think of you, Price Charming). Within an hour, the wholee lane turned so prayerful. I couldnt even see what was infront of me, ‘Udubhathi’ smoke covered my eyesight, like what a union, how come the Indian shops in seremban don’t do this or at least all of them don’t do this at the same time? We played tourist, insta storied hundreds of times (i love exaggerating), held hands and walked coz we didn’t wanna get kidnapped in Klang.
Despite the number of shops we had visited, we weren’t done. The day was still young and after dinner, there was still more to discover and off we went to Kamdar. Thank God for Waze and Ray’s quick brains we found the place. Walk. Walk. W A L K and finally, we had to retire for the day.
9 hours of being together, crying + laughing + jumping + fooling around – I wouldn’t trade this for anything else. So much love for this people, and what a pity that Be-nice & Sharonin could tag along (We still love you guys).
If you’re from Klang, and you’re still reading this (thank you), the Bible says “love your enemies”. Either way, now, I like your place. Saying that I love Klang would be too over la, also I don’t want Seremban to feel jelly. To my Bridesmaid Band, you can now marry any fella from any state, for the record, Klang also boleh.
Ps. Acha is actually how we refer to a super fun & fatherly pastor in church.