Prologue
22 January, 2012
Huge number of people flocked the entrance of Indira Gandhi International Airport, Delhi, to welcome the most successful businessman of their country to reach his home soil. They had not seen him in person but heard a lot about him to respect him for what he was. He was an individual many were hoping to become. His accomplishments were magnificent. He was an inspiration to millions of people and was the reason of happiness and contentment in many homes. He was considered a god sent gift, a boon, a sign of good luck by many people. They respected him, adored him, and worshipped him. He was not just a man; he was a phenomenon in the world of modern achievements. Achievement and accomplishment were understatements to describe this mammoth of a man.
There was no field in which he didn't excel but to everyone's amazement he hadn't attended school at all. He reached the peak of success all by himself. The most wonderful, marvelous, amazing and striking persona ever in the history. He had created a world of his own. He was the emperor of that colossal universe. His dynamism, his wavelength, his knowledge, his thinking, and his personality everything screamed out volumes about this man.
The American Times had quoted a line about this extraordinary personality in their recent edition, which was enough to make people understand WHAT he was:
If the Raavan in Ramayana had ten heads, this amazing individual has ten brains in just one head.
Wrote John Kendell, the chief editor of the American Times, who was one among the luckiest people to have met him. Kendell, who was clearly excited to have interviewed him, wrote in his blog:
I was tongue tied in front of the most amazing personality I have ever met. His eyes are enough to hold you captive. Though I was the interviewer, I couldn't muster enough strength to speak in front of him. What a man! Truly an amazing and ever striking person. He actually defines what intensity is. We seem really insignificant in front of this phenomenal man. He is the ocean of knowledge and wisdom. The most unusual person I have ever met. He is the age of my son but has more knowledge than, probably, my great grandfather. India is a very lucky country to have him. He is the real gem! I am truly honored to have got a chance to interview him. He is not just magnificent in his professional life. He is magnificent in his personal life as well. He has a heart of gold. No one would believe how kind, humane and compassionate he is. He only knows to spread happiness. Half of the world is now eating in contentment because of him. Hats off to you, sir! Remarkable day of mine! Jesus! Thank you so much for making me witness this day.
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A sense of tranquility and happiness surrounded him as soon as he got down from the airplane. This was his country. The place which taught him what life was, what care was, what affection was and most importantly, what love was. The country which had changed his course of life: from being nothing to everything. As he walked out of the airport along with ten other men, four of whom were carrying high efficiency machine guns and surrounding him, people understood what everybody meant. An aura of brilliance surrounded them as he took long strides and came out of the airport. He was the most handsome man they had ever seen. Well built, muscular and strong. He had a rugged look with stubble adorning his charismatic face, making him look even more striking. No sooner did he remove his sunglasses and looked at the crowd than everybody forgot to breathe. The depth of those beautiful blue green eyes was infinite. He smiled a breath taking crooked smile and waved his hands before exiting through the VIP exit. All the media people were left banging their heads for forgetting to click his pictures and interviewing a small piece.
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A huge palace loomed out in front of him, as he entered the outskirts of Fatehpur Sikri. Chander Mahal: the place that changed his very existence. This place held a very special place in his heart. In this mansion, he had grown up. This mansion contained a force that molded him into the individual that he was today. He was extremely happy to have come back and fulfilled the promise he had made to that angel. He took a deep breath and entered the palace in style, hoping to meet his angel and to tell that he had fulfilled the promise.
He could see an elderly man sitting on the settee, clutching a big book of Bhagvad Gita in his hands and peering into it. The warmth in his eyes was replaced by cold fury. He walked straight to him 'Bhagvad Gita padhne se aap ka paap kam nahi hojata', the elder man shifted his gaze from the holy book to the young man standing in front of him. He was livid on being disturbed in his evening reading session of the holy book. He stood up with the help of a wooden cane and growled in a low voice that held a deadly threat 'kaun ho tum??'
'Itni jaldi bhool gaye? Main wohi insaan hoon jisko aap iss lakdi se maarte the...aapke ghar ke naukar' he replied, looking straight into the eyes of the old man, with cold fury in his voice and sarcasm at brim.
The elderly man flinched at audacity in the voice of this young man. He recognized him instantly and faltered a while before muttering 'ch..chin..chintu?'
'Chintu nahi! MAAN! MAAN SINGH KHURANA!
PS: oops! I never realized my prologue would be so lengthy! LOL! Guess I am following the footsteps of JKR. Anyway, how was it? Please give me honest replies and I hope those who had the doubt of how this story was connected with Maan and Geet, I have cleared your doubts I guess, right? Anyway, this work is fiction and all the characters are my imagination except the names of the leads! LOL! :P
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