Virman-ss-part 9 updated-My Umbrella

My Umbrella!!

***Part 1***

"Mom" I called, standing behind her while she was instructing our maid to pack all my stuff into three big suitcases.

She looked at me briefly for a second before she went back to tearing my room upside down. "Stop crying Mannu, this will be good for you." She said.

It was then I realized that tears were flowing down my eyes like a rapid stream. I wiped them off angry. Angry because I hate crying and I hated what she said next more.

"It will help you tackle this arrogant and stubborn attitude of yours. I have tried everything I can, but you, you just kept getting more and more rebellious. I cannot have this attitude anymore. You will live with your Beeji for a couple of years in India. She is the right person to deal with this irresponsible behavior of yours."

"But, mom, I get good grades. Isn't that enough for you? You are seriously going to send me away from home for such a small thing?" I asked her.

What does she want from me? She never had or has the time for me and when I adapt to a life where I don't need her anymore, she gets upset and angry. For the life of me, I cannot figure what my parents want.

How can they just send me off? More times than not, I think that I am adopted as they raised me as some kind of obligation more than anything. My mom, Shilpa Chaudhary is the creative director of one the finest fashion designer firms in London. My dad, the businessman tycoon, Anand Chaudhary. He is the most powerful and wealthiest businessman in the world. They both have time for everything in the world except me.

"Small thing? Small thing? Do you realize what would have happened if that video had gotten out? And it is not just that Mannu! You are almost twenty, do you realize how girls your age in India are? They are mellow, soft-spoken, obedient and YOU? None of that! And even if we forget all that for a minute, what do you want to do in your life? Where is your ambition? Look at Mr. Kaushik's daughter, she got into Harvard medical school. Look at Mrs. Sinha's son, he is in Berkley studying business.

Where are you going with your life? Do you ever answer us straight? What will people think of us? Everyday there is a new fight, a new argument. Your dressing, your language, your friends, your disgusting new habits..I am done with you, Manvi..What you need young lady, is a lesson in real life. You need to see the other side of this luxury and comfort, which you take for granted."

What all did I not have to do to raise her and now she does this.." she left the room muttering, shaking her head at her life's biggest disappointment, ME.

She was done with me? Wasn't she done with me, the day I was born. She went back to work the same week she gave birth to me, from the hospital. She got tagged as one of most ambitious women in the world. Around the clock nanny was hired to look after me. Huh! And how is sending me to a third world country going to set my career right. This is mental!

I went to my dad's study to see if he could stop her madness. As usual, he was on the laptop and screaming at someone on the phone loudly. I am sure he will fire the guy on the phone in the next two minutes. I tried to interrupt him; he showed me his hand to wait. I stood there patiently for the next ten minutes until he was done with his phone call. During which time, he fired the guy, requested a recruiter for a new guy, hired him and scared the hell out of the poor hapless sapling.

Then, finally, he looked up at me, realizing I was still waiting for him. Even without letting me speak, he said in a sober tone "Listen to your mom sweetheart. She knows what is best." That was the signal to leave him alone.

"Sorry to have wasted your precious two minutes dad." I stormed out of there.

Why don't the tears stop? Arghhh..they don't want me. They want to send me away, far away. It is the reality you moron! Stop bloody crying! I slammed the door of my room and broke down sobbing uncontrollably.

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The whole scene reeled in front of my eyes as the flight attendant announced the landing; I stirred back to the present. I looked down at the approaching buildings getting bigger in size. As the wheels rolled on the ground, I gathered my stuff. In my hand was my large sketch book, which mostly consisted of my non-stop ramblings and occasionally written poems. I don't consider myself an artist but sometimes I am pretty amazed at what I write and what I sketch. I don't like showing them to people. Mainly because, what I paint are not happy things. There is something dark in them; there is abandonment in them. It eludes me but I feel like they reflect my innermost thoughts and I am scared that if people see these creations of mine, they will know more about me, more than even what I can comprehend.

Sometimes, I wish I could paint something happy, something nice, like a sunrise or a quiet serene morning. Something I can show to people. But, all that comes out on the paper are things like dungeon fires, sinking ballerinas or burning flamingos. I get these urges to draw and when I get an urge, I get lost in that world for hours together until I make a sketch or a painting. I like the pleasure I get when I am working on it but after I finish it, I don't feel like looking at it. They depress me to death. I wish I didn't feel like drawing these things anymore.

I carefully placed the book in my backpack. A picture fell down from it. I picked it up and looked at it. It was my mom and dad sitting and admiring the new bundle of joy in their life on a hospital bed. There were bouquets of flowers all around them and my mom was holding me and looking at me in awe. There was a small tear in the crevice of her eye. You wouldn't notice it unless you have stared at the picture for as long as I have. My dad was trying to make me hold his finger with his mouth open. He must have been cheering me to open my eyes. This is my all time favorite picture. I haven't found any another picture that captured these feelings of my parents as nicely as this one. Maybe it was a onetime thing, I often wonder. I guess as I became older, they realized how much I am different from them and slowly stopped loving me bit by bit, everyday. Now they cannot even see my face. Hence here I am, in India now. Far, far away from them.

I tucked the picture in my book safely and I got off the flight.

The deal with me is there is always something going on in my head. I cannot switch it off. Even when I am partying and am high, it still doesn't decrease. It's like a disease. Sometimes, I feel like my head is going to explode. That is when I write. Sometimes I write rubbish, sometimes I write stories; sometimes I write poems. But I have this need to unload the junk off my head, very often.

As I stepped out into the waiting area, warm Chandigarh weather greeted me. I was sweating, so I removed my sweatshirt as I was wearing a tank top inside. Suddenly, people around me started oogling at me.

"You got a problem?" I asked this middle aged jerk who was gawking at me from over his newspaper. Moron! Don't you have a daughter my age?

I wore a short jeans skirt and I had flamingo tattooed on my arm. It's probably best to hide this from Beeji, I am sure she will go berserk if she sees this. I put the sweatshirt over my shoulders to hide it.

Don't even think about showing her the butterfly on my lower back; that is probably something I need to hide until my next birthday or something. I liked beautiful things that could fly and also believed in astrology and sun signs. Hence my long Sagittarius chain, the archer; I always wear in my neck. I also trust in charms, I have them on my bracelet all the time. For a person who sees the world as cruel and crude as me, I contradict myself when I believe in these Zodiac signs and predictions. But, there are things you know and then things you believe inspite of your knowledge.

Eh! Who cares, What you believe is what you believe. Pretty deep. Ain't it?

I stood there looking around, hoping to recognize the person coming to pick me up. I saw a board reading 'Manvi Chaudhary' in bold and walked up to him.

>>>part 2

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Video: Dil main jaagi

Hello my lovely readers!

Hi,

Interesting Start..! Loved Maanvi's character i guess thts the real situations kids go through confused if they r loved by their parents...loved her description...She is a Brat n at the same time a lonly soul...Thnks for the PM Anu!

***Part 2***

"Manvi beta!!!!!" he lifted me up boisterously. I didn't mind this guy, he seemed nice, but I wish he didn't make me realize how small and light I am by lifting me up like this in the air. He is my dad's younger brother, a more caring and loving version of him I suppose. I had met him a couple of times when he came to visit us in London.

"Hi Chachu" I replied looking down. He seemed to have gotten the signal, he put me down gently.

"Kitni patli hogayi hai tu, teri ma kuch kilathi hai ki nai." He asked to which I just smiled.

I looked around, I hated this place, I hated everything about here. I just wanted to go back to my life in London. Not that I enjoyed anything there, but atleast I had something to call mine. My college, my home, my room, my car. Nothing here is familiar, nothing here is mine. I don't know how I am going to survive here.

"Chalo beta, ghar chale? you must be so tired." He said.

I think he felt a little uneasy around me. I do that to people. A lot of people complain that I have intense eyes and they make them restless. I don't speak all that much, which is one more thing people take offense to. He took over my luggage cart pushing it ahead of me as I followed him silently. He stopped near the end of the walkway and signaled the driver to come. There was this guy who got down the car and helped chachu. Hmm..this guy seems familiar, have I seen him before? He looks my age, maybe a little older. Doesn't look too bad for an Indian guy. He is kinda cute.

"Manvi beta, do you remember Virat? You guys used to play with each other when you were kids."

Virat, nope, doesn't ring a bell. "umm, sorry..no, he looks familiar though. Hi Virat!" I said extending my hand. He made me wait until he put the last bag in the trunk and then shook my hand.

"Hi" he smirked as I pulled back my hand in a jerk. I have this thing where I figure out people by their handshakes. His was a bit too long and too snug. Not good. So what if he is good looking, he is just one of them. Guys only want one thing from me, learnt it the hard way.

Wait a second, God! Is he checking me out? This dude really has some nerve!

"Excuse you" I said very irritated, getting into the back seat. I closed my eyes and put my headphones on. Everything was getting on my nerves. I didn't want to listen or talk to anyone.

After twenty or so minutes, I opened my eyes as I felt the car halt and I looked up at the two big mansions in front of me in awe. It was quite an architecture. There was a beautiful garden with chrysanthemums, marigolds, roses, jasmines and lilies and more at the back. Some kids were playing in it with a dog, a big German Shepard. He was going round in circles, trying to catch its own tail. It stopped it rotations and stood still, eyeing me seriously. I loved dogs to bits but this one doesn't like me. I just know.

I moved backwards with a little shriek as it came running towards me. I looked around for Chachu, but he seemed busy talking with some ladies near the entrance. The dog was almost a few feet away now. "Can you please get it away from me" I yelled to Virat who was unloading the stuff from the car. He looked at me amused and bent down lovingly to pet it as it put its front legs on his shoulder to give him a hug.

I probably looked a bit shaken down.

"His name is kutta. It is friendly to most people he said. Stop scaring him." I heard him say to me.

I am going to kill this guy. First he gawks at me and now he is teasing?? This is just great, It hasn't even been an hour since I landed and I already have an enemy.

"Kutta the dog? Who names a dog kutta? I mean how original!!!!!! I guess that would make you Virat the weirdo. And by the way keep your lechy eyes off me."

"Excuse me? What is your problem? This is my dog, I can name it whatever I want. And for your information, if you want to wear dresses like that, you are basically asking guys to look at you. Atleast around here." "Chipkali" he grinned.

"What did you say? You pig! How dare you? How dare you? I am going to break your head" I looked around to find an appropriately sized rock and as I bent down to pick up the perfect one, the stupid kutta probably got a bad vibe from me, it starting barking at me, ready to pounce over me with its gigantic body.

I stood still looking at it trying not to move, looking at Virat with a 'do something, you jackass' look.

"Don't blame him, there are butterflies in the air." He said leaning against the car and watching me shudder at kutta and fix my shirt to cover my back which had the butterfly tattoo.

Thank god for chachu, he came in and drove the dog away, otherwise..they would had to sent me back to London in a box.

"You might want to think twice before even thinking of attacking me" he whispered with an evil glare in his eye. Helpless is the word. "Every dog has its day" I replied. I cannot look defeated.

Chachu took me to the entrance where people were waiting for me with a thali and diyas and everything. Just to keep track of the million people in there, there was Madan chachu, his wife pinky chachi. The youngest, Nandan chachu, his wife dimpy. Jeevika, Dabbu, Tanu, my cousins. Jeevika was Madan chachu's daughter and Dabbu and Tanu, Nandan's kids. Tanu was ten years old, while Jeevika and Dabbu a little older than me. Jeevika seemed so mellow, soft-spoken and obedient. I guess this is who I should become to make my mom happy.

In her dreams!

Virat was chatting with this other dude who seemed better mannered than the jackass. Jeevika told me that he was Viren, Virat's older brother. And there was Smitha and Shlok, their younger siblings. All of them were the grandkids of Vijay Singh Vadhera. Apparantly my late grand dad and him were pretty tight and they build their houses next to each other when they started out as business partners. So, bottom line, people in both these houses love and die for each other even to this day. Family friends is the word. Bad news for me, because I don't think the word privacy exists in their dictionaries.

They all welcomed me with open arms. There was badi Beeji, my dad's granny. Ten minutes into the house, the elders hugged me and commented about how I should change my behavior, my attitude, my dressing. I guess everything remotely related to me needed to change. My mom's complaints landed in here before me. Hardly a surprise.

Everyone was there except Beeji. I looked around and asked pinky chachi "umm Chachi, where is Beeji ?"

She was the reason why I was here. She would be my only solace in this jungle. She practically raised me since I was a kid. When I turned fifteen, she had a big fight with my dad. I still don't know the reason of their fight but she packed her bags the next day and left me. When she came to tell me goodbye, my whole world turned upside down. I begged her not to leave me. I remember hugging her tightly so that she couldn't move, for a really long time, until my dad came and pulled me away. I screamed and yelled and kicked my legs hard pleading her not to leave with all my strength. She left anyways. Story of my life.

I guess I was a different person then. I needed people then, but now, I can be by myself. I don't need anyone. If she didn't want to be with me, that's fine, I don't want her either. But I guess I can buzz in with a hello, let her know I am here. After all, I am still her favorite granddaughter.

"Achha haaan, arey Virat, Can you take Manvi to the mandir. Beeji waha hai."

"Ofcourse" he jumped playfully over the couch as I rolled my eyes.

"Beeji adores Virat. He has become her favourite person, even more than my Jeevika. Right Virat?" Pinky chachi added.

"Right!" He chuckled looking at me.

This was the limit. This Jungli bandar is my beeji's favourite? What is god's name is happening here.

"Chale Miss London return." He started walking looking at me. Why is he staring at me like this, like I am supposed to know whats cooking in his head. I shrugged at him. I had this deep craving to hurt him horribly but then, before anything, I wanted to see Beeji, so I started walking with him keeping my mouth shut, for the time being.

"What is your problem? Why is your face so ugly? Thoda toh smile karo yaar" I saw him laugh.

"Ohh really? Why do you act like a chimpanzee? Can you please shut your annoying mouth and just take me there already." I retorted with a deep hatred.

"Woah. Whatever dude. I don't care, I was just trying to lighten your mood. You see that bell in between our houses, my Beeji is usually there praying at this time. You can take your chicken legs over there yourself. Seeeya.. chipkali" he said walking back.

"There again, you said it again." I clenched my fingers into a fist andwent to punch his face. This has to stop. This was Manvi Chaudhary he was messing with. But he was too quick for me, he stopped my fist with his open palm and held it up tightly. I tried to free it with all my strength.

"What the hell are you made of? Uhhh! And what do you mean by my Beeji? Excuse me, you are not even related to her. Weirdo neighbor! Don't you have your own Beeji for godsakes. Stay away from mine." I continued. Someone needed to break the news to him, show him his place.

He didn't seem to understand my insults. He firmly grasped my fist and twisted my hand "Ouch!! You are hurting me, you monkey" I screamed.

He laughed loudly. "Yes I said it again and I will keep saying it again and again chipkali, chipkali, chipkali. I will even say it before my beeji. For your information, I used to call you chipkali, when we played together, before you left here, but I guess Queen Elizabeth doesn't remember anyone or anything from her past. And you can ask Beeji yourself who her favorite is. Be prepared for the shock of your life. Because she is going to say my name. Whatever. Take lite." He pushed me back lightly and walked away almost angry.

What was that? Was that why he was staring at me? We used to be friends? He does seem familiar. I did have a friend...before we moved to London. We were in the same class and we used to play together and share our secrets. But that's not Virat, his name was..Vilu, the langool! Huh! Ohhh shit man! A lot of memories came back to me along with a really broad smile on my face.

Ohh well, I guess I owe him an apology, or not. He should have reminded me. It's his fault. But right now, its Beeji. How dare she like this joker more than me. As I walked hurriedly and angrily to the madir, I saw her sitting on the stairs with tears in her eyes. I guess she is waiting for me and she did miss me. I ran into her arms as she hugged me tightly.

"Mannu, mera baccha" she started crying stroking my hair.

"What happened to your hair? Yeh beech beech main lal kaisa hogaya?" she asked worried sick as I laughed my heart out.

Ohh well. Old people! "I am fine Beeji" I said hugging her back more tightly. She was the one person I could relate to in this whole continent. "I missed you Beeji" I stated as she wiped my tears off gently to my surprise. This was the second time I am crying in the last two days. This has to stop!

>>>part 3

Luvd it make it an ss or ff I thng it will really wrk. The concept is gud luv story will also be different as manvi will not tell her story to any1 so I thnk virat will try n chng her. I thnk ths wuld br great ff.
Try n mak it an ff. Rest its upto u.

nice update. .its interesting. .loved manvi's character its unique...really excitd for nxt update..plz update sacha pyar also n thanks 4 pm

Its fantastic...loved her attitude towards the life...her mom-dad character was also nyc...always busy in there respective work...y this reach ppl dont hv a time for there child? Only money, status is everything for them? So wats a big deal if there childrens find other way to enjoy there life, to lead there life on there own terms? Bcs they always yearn for the love, which they never get frm there parents...but i m sure manvi will get that love her BG n her new family n later on virat too...so pls cont soon

Omg u hav startd another ss! Hats off of to u tis is fab as ur previous ones! Bt dnt get mad bt i want u to comple or gve their updates too dnt leave them in middle plus han tis is also unique lovd virat manvi convo umbrella is also added to my reading list!