Govinda's party was fun. She was enjoying herself. She always did, with Govinda and his family. There was no tension, no answers to be given to anyone. She was herself.
She had to shoot the next day. She had just been adjudged Best Face Of The Year at the Filmfare Awards. She had captured the South by storm, she was a goddess there. Even a temple had been built in her name. What a feeling!
On the Bombay scene, she was in demand. Whatever they said - 'She's unpredictable', 'She's spaced out man', 'She's weird' - she couldn't give a damn! She had given two major hits recently,Shola Aur Shabnam and Deewana. And her asking price was not a penny less than 20 lakhs. What more could anyone who had just turned 19, ask for? For God's sake, many others didn't earn or own what she did, after living an entire lifetime. And anyway, there are enough people who envy, if not hate, a winner.
As for her personal life, it had been a mess from the time it started. Hailing from parents, who anyway did not share any great bond of love, Divya was the proverbial rebel child. She adored her father. She was aware of her mother, having been told that she had the potential to make it no matter what, right from the age she could comprehend.
This feeling of being nothing more than a big money spinner at home, made Divya seek affection outside. So she did and with it, came the man-eating labels. Not that most of it was lies. When Divya focused on someone she liked, she got him. And there were many, some real, some exaggerated, but nevertheless...
So she was an attention seeker. So she slit her wrists on a number of occasions. She smoked hash or had more than just a couple of drinks openly. And so, she behaved holier-than-thou whenever she had to be publicly portrayed. But don't most, if not all, actresses do just that? And get away with it?
Yes, she finally met Sajid Nadiadwala. And yes, she thought she had found love. "I've found someone whom I want to spend the rest of my life with." It wasn't any major scoop when we got to hear she had married Sajid. And yes, it was just like her to hide it for later.
Divya hated to lose out on her share of the glare. She got it professionally via hits. And personally via her mother, when the shit really hit the fan, when the news of her marriage broke out. Denials would come and go, but the fact remained she was someone's wife. And fact also remained that the immediate families weren't exactly ecstatic about it. Not that Divya cared two hoots. Life hadn't been any bed of roses, this was just another spoke in her otherwise topsy turvy wheel, and she'd handle it. After all, she had Sajid standing firmly by her side.
Not that it didn't bug her. It did. But the objections were treated as mere passing phases. She had her life with Sajid. And she'd do anyting to keep it that way.
Her life had become Sajid. She'd got him via many anti-statements from his ex-girlfriend, Arnita Nangla. She was called the bitch. She was everything bad. But it was all worth it. Sajid was worth it.
Marriage wasn't heaven, but it was better than what she'd just been facing. There were fights, but she could handle that. Her parents didn't agree, she could get them around if she tried, which she didn't. His family objected, she expected that. Her focus was' just her husband. And everytime she felt he was not paying her enough attention, she'd cut her wrists just that much, or swallow just enough sleeping pills to get Sajid by her side in minutes.
According to millions, she had it all. Even her 'cry wolf' bids, had all been attended to, in time ... And yet... today, Divya is dead. April 5, at 11.45 p,m. the young actress plummeted to instant death from the fifth floor flat at Tulsi Building, Versova, which she shared with her young producer husband, Sajid Nadiadwala.
No one could save her. No one could even try. And I wondered if her last thought was, "God, I've really made a mistake this time!"