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Posted: 13 years ago

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Posted: 13 years ago

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I am already in ur buddy list but I am not getting any pm...

I read all parts of this FF...it is very interesting...

I have seen Harry Potter movies but the main problem is that the English they use is sometimes very hard to understand...
most of the times I assume what they are saying and doing...

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maaneet0887

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Posted: 13 years ago

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PART 4

Pammi came into the living room carrying two cups of tea.It was no good.He'd have to say something to her.He cleared his throat nervously.'Er--Pammi, dear --tumne kya tumhaari behen se kuch baat hui kya lately?'As he expected,Pammi looked shocked & angry after all,they normally pretended she didn't have a sister.

'Nahi,'she said sharply.'Kyun?'
'Funny stuff on the news,'Prabath mumbled. 'Owls...shooting stars...and there were a lot of funny looking people in town today...'
'Toh?'snapped Pammi.
'Kuch nahi...meine socha ki yeh sab tumhaari bahan ki log hai...toh...'
Pammi sipped her tea through pursed lips.Prabath wondered whether he dared tell her he's heard the name 'Khurana.'He decided he didn't dare.Instead he said, as casually as he could,'unka beta--woh bhi Dhruv ki umar mein hoga na?'
Shayad,'said Pammi stiffly.
'Kya naam bataya tune uska?'
'Maan.Nasty common name,if u ask me.'
'Oh, yes,'said Prabath, his heart sinking horribly.'Yes I quite agree.'

He didn't say another word on the subject as they went upstairs o bed.While Pammi was in bathroom,Prabath crept to the bedroom window & peered down into the front garden.The cat was still there.It was staring down the street as though it was waiting for something.Was he imagining things?Could all this have anything to do with Khuranas?If it did...if it got out that they were related to a pair of - well,he didn't think he could bear it.The Junejas got into bed.Pammi fell asleep quickly but Prabath lay awake,turning it all over in his mind.His last,comforting thought before he fell asleep was that even if Khuranas were involved,there was no reason for them to come near him & Pammi.The Khuranas knew very well what he & Pammi thought abt them & their kind...He couldn't see how he & Pammi could get mixed up in anything that might be going on.He yawned & turned over.It couldn't affect them...

How very wrong he was.

Prabath might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep,but the cat on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness.It was sitting as still as a statue,its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of the street.It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed in the next street,nor when two owls swooped overhead.In fact,it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all.

A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching,appeared so suddenly & silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground.The cat's tail twitched & its eyes narrowed.

Nothing like this man had ever been like the normal man.He was tall,thin & very old,judging by the silver of his hair & beard,which were both long enough to tuck into his belt.He was wearing long robes,a purple cloak which swept the ground & high heeled,buckled boots.His black eyes were light,bright & sparkling behind half moon spectacles & his nose was very long & crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice.This man's name was Dayashankar Tripathi.

Dayashankar Tripathi didn't seem to realise that he had just arrived in a street where evrything from his name to his boots was unwelcome.He was busy rummaging in his cloak,looking for something.But he did seem to realise he was being watched,becoz he looked up suddenly at the cat,which was still staring at him from the other end of the street.For some reason,the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him.He chuckled & muttered,'I should've known.'

He had found what he was looking for in his inside pocket.It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter.He flicked it open,held it up in the air & clicked it.The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop.He clicked it again - the next lamp flickered into darkness.Twelve times he clicked the put-outer,until the only lights left in the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him.If anyone looked out of their window now,even beady-eyed Pammi,they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement.Tripathi slipped the put-outer back inside his cloak & set off down the street towards number 4,where he sat down on the wall next to the cat.He didn't look at it,but after a moment he spoke to it.
'Fancy seeing u here,Professor Mittal.'

He turned to smile at the tabby cat,but it had gone.Instead he was smiling at a rather severe looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes.She,too was wearing a cloak an emerald one.Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun.She looked distinctly ruffled.

Edited by geetsrir.maan - 13 years ago

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maaneet0887

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Posted: 13 years ago

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PART 5

'Aapko kaise pata chala ki mein hi hoon?'Professor Mittal asked.
'My dear Professor,I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly.'answered Tripathi
'Agar aap deewaar par sara din baithte toh tab aap ko samjh mein aati,'said Professor Mittal.
'All day?When u could have been celebrating?I must have passed a dozen feasts & parties on my way here.'
Professor Mittal sniffed angrily.
'Oh yes,everyone's celebrating,all right,' she said impatiently.'U'd think they'd be a bit more careful,but no - even the muggles have noticed somethings's going on.It was on their news.'She jerked her head back at the Juneja's dark living room window.'I heard it.Flocks of owls...shooting stars...Well,something.Shooting Stars down Noida - I'll bet that was Drona.He never had much sense.'
'You can't blame them,'said tripathi gently.'We've had precious little to celebrate for 11 yrs.'
'I know that,'said Professor Mittal irritably.'But that's no reason to lose our heads.People are being downright careless,out on the streets in broad daylight,not even dressed in muggle clothes,swapping rumours.'

She threw a sharp,sideways glance at tripathi here,as though hoping he was going to tell her something,but he didn't,so she went on:'A fine thing it would be if,on the very day You-Know-who seems to have disappeared at last,the muggles found out abt us all.I suppose he really gone,Tripathi?'
Shaayad,'said tripathi.'We have much to be thankful for.Would you care for a Basundi?'
'A what?'
'A basundi.They're a kind of muggle sweet I'm rather fond of.'
'No thank u,'said Professor Mittal coldly,as though she didn't think this was the moment for basundi.'As I say,even if You-Know-Who has gone --'
'My daer Professor,surely a sensible person like urself can call him by his name?All this "You-Know-Who" nonsense -- for 11 yrs I 've been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Sarpnath.'Professor Mittal flinched,but tripathi,who was unsticking two basundi,seemed not to notice.'It all gets confusing if er keep saying "You-Know-Who".'I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Sarpnath's name.'

But Professor Mittal didn't convinced with Tripathi's justification abt Sarpnath but she pronounced his name to satisfy tripathi.Then Professor Mittal asked abt Khuranas that they're attacked by Sarpnath.Tripathi approved that he killed Rajeev & Nikhila but he can't kill Maan becoz his power backfired him.Professor Mittal was shocked that Rajeev & Nikhila is dead & what becomes of Maan who still 1 yr old child.Then Tripathi tells that he has came here to bring Maan to his mausa & maasi.

Professor Mittal was shocked as she had seen Junejas behaviour all the day sitting on their house wall as a cat.She said that Maan will be famous for this day but tripathi said that he'll be away from this publicity & live peacefully with his maasi till his age comes of becoming an wizard.

Professor Mittal wasn't convinced but still agreed for Maan's sake.While Nakul who was an giant man came with tiny Maan wrapped in an blanket in an flying motor bike & gave him to tripathi.Tripathi took Maan to his maasi's door with a letter which was held by the tiny fist of Maan tightly.The baby was fast asleep under a tuft of jet black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut,like a bolt of lightening.Professor Mittal came to know that's the scar which was given by Sarpnath when he tried to kill him.

Maan was fast asleep so he didn't had any idead that what was going on there.Tripathi laide Maan gently on the doorstep of No.4,took the letter out of his cloak & kept it on Maan's tiny fist which Maan held tightly still asleep.Then Professor Mittal & Nakul vanished into thin air while tripathi said beofre vanishing into thin air,'Good Luck Maan.'

A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Janakpuri,which lay silent & tidy under the inky sky,the very last place u would expect astonishing things to happen.Maan Khurana rolled over inside the blankets without waking up.One small hand closed on the letter beside him & he slept on,not knowing he was special,not knowing he was famous...,not knowing he would be woken in a few hrs time by his maasi Pammi's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles,nor that he would spen the next few weeks being prodded & pinched byn his cousin Dhruv...He couldn't know that at this very moment,people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses & saying in hushed voices:'To Maan Khurana -- the boy who lived!'

AFTER ONE YEAR--------->

In St.Thomas's hospital for magical maladies & injuries,the healers are walking this side & that side with the junior healers(Nurse)in front of the pregnancy ward.There stood a man who was worried for his wife while his 5 children with him.A 5 yrs old boy tried to calm down his worried father.He was the first son of the family & had responsibility on him.His name was Brij & said holding his father's hand,"Dad don't worry,Mum will be alright..."

After sometime one of the healer came & said with a broad grin,"Congratulations Mohinder...It's a baby girl."Mohinder was happy that Rano had given birth to an angel & ran inside the ward to see the baby & mother.When Mohinder entered then he was happy to see the tiny angel who was fast asleep.It was a pink beech ball which had dimple.It was smiling in its sleep.Brij & it's brothers saw the baby & was happy.Brij asked kissing the pink puffy ball,"Kya nam hai iska maa...???"Rano smiled at her son & said sweetly,"Iska naam hoga Geet..."Mohinder whispered happily,"Geet..."The baby smiled even more broadly in her sleep.

Precap-Maan coming to know the truth that he's a wizard.

Edited by geetsrir.maan - 13 years ago

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Posted: 13 years ago

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Maan was handed to his Mausa-mausi...

Geet took birth...

awesome update...

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maaneet0887

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Posted: 13 years ago

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PART 6

Nearly 10 yrs had passed since the Junejas had woken up to find their nephew on the front step,but no4.house had hardly changed at all.The sun rose on the same tidy front garden & lit up the brass number 4 on the Junejas' front door;it crept into their living-room,which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Prabath had seen fateful news report abt the owls.Only,the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed.Ten years ago,there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beech ball wearing different-colored bobble hats- but Dhruv Juneja was no longer a baby, & now the photographs showed a large blond boy riding his first bicycle,on a round abt at the fair,playing a computer game with his father,being hugged & kissed by his mother.The room held no sign at all that another boy lived in the house,too.

Yet Maan Singh Khurana was still there,asleep at the moment,but not for long.His maasi Pammi was awake & it was her shrill voice which made the first noise of the day.

'Utho!Get up!abhi!'
Maan woke with a start.His maasi rapped on the door again.
'Utho!'She screeched.Maan heard her walking towards the kitchen & then the sound of the frying pan being put on the cooker.He rolled on to his back & tried to remember the dream he had been having.It had been a good one.there had been flying motorbike in it.He had a funny feeling he's had the same dream before.

His maasi was back outside the door.
'Are u up yet?'she demanded.
'Nearly',said Maan.
'Well get a move on,I want u to look after the parathas.And don't u dare let it burn,I want everything perfect on Dhruv's birthday.'
Maan groaned.
'Kya kaha tumne?'His maasi snapped through the door.
'Nothing, nothing...'
Dhruv's birthday - how could he have forgotten?Maan got slowly out of bed & started looking for socks.He found a pair under his bed &,after pulling a spider off one of them,put them on.Maan was used to spiders,becoz the basement of the house was full of them, and that was where he slept.

When he dressed he went down the hall into the kitchen.The table was almost hidden beneath all Dhruv's birthday presents.It looked as though Dhruv had got the new computer he wanted,not to mention the second television & the racing bike.Exactly why dhruv wanted a racing bike was a mystery to Maan as Dhruv was very fat & hated exercise - unless of course it involved punching somebody.Dhruv's favourite punch-bag was Maan,but he couldn't often catch him.Maan didn't look it,but he was very fast.

Prehaps it had something to do with living in a dark basement,but Maan had always been small & skinny for his age.He looked even smaller & skinnier than he really was becoz all he had to wear were old clothes of Dhruv's & Dhruv was four times bigger than he was.Maan had a thin face,knobbly knees,black hair & bright chocolate brown eyes.He wore round glasses held together with a lot of spellotape becoz of all the times Dhruv had punched him on the nose.The only thing Maan liked abt his appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead which was shaped like a bolt of lightning.He had had it as long as he could remembered & the first questions he could ever remember asking his maasi Pammi was how he had got it.

'In the car crash when ur parents died,'She had said.'And don't ask questions.'
Don't ask questions - that was the first rule for a quiet life with the Junejas.
Prabath entered the kitchen as Maan was turning over the paratha.
'Comb ur hair!'He barked,by the way of a morning greeting.
Abt once a week,Prabath looked over the top of his news paper & shouted that Maan needed a haircut.Maan must have had more haircuts thena the rest of the boys in his class put together,but it made no differences,his hair simply grew that way - all over the place.

Maan was frying the aloos by the time Dhruv arrived in the kitchen with his mother.Dhruv looked a lot like Prabath.He had a large pink face,not much neck,small,brown eyes & thick blond hair that lay smoothly on his thick,fat head.Pammi would often said that dhruv looked like a baby angel - Maan often said that dhruv looked like a pig in a wig.

Maan put the plates of fried aloos & parathas on the table,which was difficult as there wasn't much room.Dhruv,meanwhile,was counting his presents,his face fell.

'36,'he said,looking up at his mother & father.that's two less than last year.'
'Darling,u haven't counted buvaji's present,see,it's here under this bag one from mummy & daddy.'
'All right,37 then,'said Dhruv,going red in the face.Maan,who could see a huge Dhruv tantrum comg on,began wolfing down his parathas as fast as possible in case Dhruv turned the table over.
Pammi obviously scented danger too,becoz she said quickly,'And we'll buy u another two presents while we're out today.How abt it laado?Two more presents.is that all right?'
Dhruv though for a moment.It looked like hard work.Finally he said slowly,'So i'll have thirty...thrity...'
'Thirty-nine,laado,'said Pammi.
'Oh,' said Dhruv sat down heavily & grabbed the nearest parcel.'All right then.'
Prabath chuckled.
'Little tyke wants his money's worth,just like his father.Atta boy,Dhruv!'He ruffled Dhruv's hair.

precap is same

Edited by geetsrir.maan - 13 years ago

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mysteriousmilli

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Posted: 13 years ago

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Beautiful one... loved it😛

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Posted: 13 years ago

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Junejas are behaving so badly with Maan because they don't want to let anybody know that they are related with the family of Jadugars...

awesome update...

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Posted: 13 years ago

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reading harry potter all over again in desi style...continue soon...maan wud be so HAWT as a wizard...

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maaneet0887

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Posted: 13 years ago

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PART 7

When Dhruv was opening his presents then they got a phone call.Pammi went to answer it while Maan & Prabath watched Dhruv unwrap the racing bike,a cine camera,a remote- control aeroplane,sixteen new computer games & a video recorder.He was ripping the paper off a gold wristwatch when Pammi came back from the telephone,looking both angry & worried.

'Buri khabar hai Prabath,'she said. 'Mrs.Sharma apni tange tod di.She can't take him.'She jerked her head in Maan's direction.

Dhruv's mouth fell open in horro but Maan's heart gave a leap.Every year on Dhruv's birthday his parents took him & a friend out for the day,to adventure parks,hamburger bars or the cinema.Every year Maan was left behind with Mrs.Sharma,a mad old lady who lived two streets away.Maan hated it there.The whole house smelled of cabbage & Mrs.Sharma made him look at photographs of all the cats she's ever owned.

'Now what?'said Pammi looking furiously at Maan as though he'd planned this.Maan knew he ought to feel sorry that Mrs.Sharma had broken her leg but it wasn't easy when he reminded himself it would be a whole year before he had to look at *******,*******,******&********again.(Guys am a bit lazy to frame those names.But these are the names of the serials which came in the star world channel)

'We could phone Navjot,'Prabath suggested.
'Don't be silly,Prabath,she hates the boy.'
The Junejas often spoke abt Maan like this,as though he wasn't there - or rather,as though he was something very nasty that couldn't understand them,like a slug.
'Waht abt what's - her - name,your friend - kastur?'
'On holiday in Goa,'snapped Pammi.
'You could just leave me here,'Maan put in hopefully(he'd be able to watch what he wanted on television for a change & may be even have a go on dhruv's computer)

Pammi looked as though she's swallowed a lemon.
'And come back & find the house in ruins?'She snarled.
'I won't blow up the house,'said Maan,but they weren't listening.
'I suppose we coul take him to the zoo,'said Pammi slowly,'...and leave him in the car...'
'That car's new,he's not sitting him in the car...'
Dhruv began to cry loudly.In fact,he wasn't really crying,it had been yrs since he'd really cried,but he knew that if he screwed up his face & wailed,his mother would give him anything he wanted.

'Dhruv laado,rona mat,mamma won't let him spoil ur special day!she cried,flinging her arms around him.
'I...don't...want...him...t-t-to come!'Dhruv yelled between huge pretend sobs.'He always sp-spoils everything!'He shot Maan a nasty grin thru the gap in his mother's arms.

Just then,the doorbell rang - 'Oh good lord,they're here!'said Pammi frantically - and a moment later,Dhruv's best friend, Vicky goenka,walked in with his mother.Vicky was a scrawny boy with a face like a rat.He was usually the one who held people's amrs behind their backs while Dhruv hit them.Dhruv stopped pretending to cry at once.

Half an hour later,Maan,who couldn't believe his luck,was sitting in the back of the Junejas' car with Vicky & Dhruv,on the way to the zoo for the first time in his life.His mausa aur maasi hadn't been able to think of anything else to do with him,but before they'd left,Prabath had taken Maan aside.

'I'm warning u',he had had,putting his large purple face right up close to Maan's,'I'm warning u now,boy-any funny business,anything at all - and you'll be in that basement from now until Diwali.'
'I'm not going to do anything,'said Maan,'honestly...'
But Prabath didn't believe him.No one ever did.
The problem was,strange things often happened around Maan & it was just no good telling the Junejas he didn't make them happen.

Once,Pammi,tired of Maan coming back from the barber's looking as though he hadn't been at all,had taken a pair of kitchen scissors & cut his hair so short he was almost bald except for his fringe,which she left 'to hide that horrible scar'.Dhruv had laughed himself silly at Maan,who spent a sleepless night imagining school the next day,where he was already laughed at for his baggy clothes & sellotaped glasses.Next morning,however,he had got up to find his hair exactly as it had been before Pammi had sheared it off.He had been given a week in his dark basement for this,even though he had tried to explain that he couldn't explain how it had grown back so quickly.

Another time,Pammi had been trying to force him into a revolting old jumper of Dhruv's(brown with orange bobbles).The harder she tried to pull it over his head,the smaller it seemed to become,until finally it might have fitted a glove puppet,but certainly wouldn't fit Maan.Pammi had decided it must have shrunk in the wash &,to his great reflief,Maan wasn't punished.

On the other hand,he'd got into terrible trouble for being found on the roof of the school kitchens.Dhruv's gang had been chasing him as usual when,as much to Maan's surprise as anyone else's,there he was sitting on the chimney.The Junejas had recieved a very angry letter from Maan's headmistress telling them Maan had been climbing school buildings.But all he'd tried to do(as he shouted at Mausa thru the locked door of his dark basement)was jump behind the big bins outside the kitchen doors.Maan supposed that the wind must have caught him in mid-jump.

But today,nothing was going to go wrong.It was even worth being with Dhruv & Vicky to be spending in the day somewhere that wasn't school,the dark basement where he sleeps or Mrs Sarmna's cabbage smelling living room.

Precap-same.

Edited by geetsrir.maan - 13 years ago

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