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Chap 5:
Geet, a couple of days back on the party night:
Geet came out of the party. The night air was chilly. She hadn't gotten her jacket. Suddenly she felt immodest. She covered her bare back with the thin chiffon material. She flailed her arms to beckon a taxi. Soon enough a taxi fella stopped. She sat in the backseat. Her phone was by her side. She was not thinking much. Just about how false some human beings could get. She had seen a lot. But they never ceased to astonish her.
The taxi halted outside a modest old home. She counted out change and paid the driver. The driver opened his mouth to argue for more. But looking at her face thought the better of it. Well at least this man had some kindness in him thought Geet. She opened the gate. It creaked loudly. Probably needed some oiling.
She wobbled a little in her high heels. The mobile phone threatened to slip out of her fingers. But she caught it in the nick of time. She had yet to get a scratch guard cover. Although a cover did not make the phone unbreakable. She let herself into the house with her key and went straight to her room. And changed into pajamas. She opened her escape in this world.
Geet Frank diary
Or is it dairy? Oh no that is for milk products. She always mixed up spellings. geez. How lame. Anyhow this was her diary. So she was allowed to be stupid and kick ass and lame. Also refer to herself in the third person. If you know Geet at all from her previous story you must know that she can think only with a pen in her hand and paper in front of her. All her thesis are random musings.
But today there is a special focus. Like how Anne Frank focused on the holocaust. Did she spell that right? Whatever. Today this page is dedicated to bashing Dev Singh Khurana. The gall of the man. Chit of a scoundrel. All men are the same. They think they are so smart that they can get away with all that nonsense.
Oh but before that her lame joke of the day.
When does a mobile phone cover smell like detergent?
Answer – when it is accidentally stuffed between freshly laundered clothes.
She was not going to spare Dev Singh Khurana. Any man listened to radio waves at some point. Either through a good old radio or through his cell phone. So she willed the radio waves traveling in the air around her to carry the message to the cute ass. Aargh! She cursed him that these very radio waves fry his eardrums and make him lose his sense of balance. He thought he was very handsome and hence could get away with anything? He thought all ladies were stupid. But Geet was very smart. Very.
She imagined herself on his street. Looking at the huge gates of his home. It had an imaginary lock that screamed out 'I have a smile plastered on me so you can unlock me. Don't worry this place is not haunted.'. Ya right.
An irritable family member read Dolly interrupted her elemental moment "Stop writing garbage and clean your brothers bloody wardrobe for Babaji's sake!"
Anyhow she had to clean the wardrobe today. She kept forgetting that. If this continued every cloth there would gain life. And then walk out of the cupboard and splash itself with permanent ink and paint. Refusing to get cleaned by the best detergent. Each shirt would get mismatched with a pant and then flatly refuse to be set right. The entire wardrobe would stink because the fresh clothes would sneak in clothes that were worn and never allow them to be washed. So she had to clean the wardrobe.
Oh before signing off. Rot in architectural hell, Dev Singh Khurana!
Daadi(back to the present!):
Daadi was performing her daily prayers. She was praying to God to knock some sense into her grandsons. They were both sadistically making her wait for her dear great grandchildren. They had reduced her to a caricature with redundant thoughts. They made fun of her worries and anxieties. Why could they not understand that it was their old grandmother's duty to get them married to nice girls. And make sure they were well settled in life.
Sapna was such a bright independent girl. Her family was so respected and well off. Sapna was a perfect match for Maan in every way. Of course it was another matter to convince Maan Singh Khurana of this fact. Once her grandson had become a big shot he had forgotten all about his dear Daadi. And had taken her for granted. Please Lord, give some sadbuddhi to my grandson Maan and make him see the error of his ways.
Before Daadi could continue, she heard.
"Daadi!"
Daadi "Hello Sapna beta. How are you?"
Sapna "I am good Daadi. Where is Dev?"
Maan mera rascal.
Daadi "Ha beta. You want Dev? Come sit. Have tea first. He should be down any minute. I hear you were here the other day. I had gone to the temple."
Sapna nodded "I know. Dev told me."
Daadi "Acha. Dev told you huh."
Sapna was sitting with her legs crossed observing nothing in particular.
"RED ROSE!"
Daadi turned and saw the sweet little girl walk in.
Daadi "Hello who is this?"
Maan "Hi Hima!"
Hima ran to him "Carry me. Carry me. Carry me."
Maan laughed "Of course. Hey wait a minute. Are you hiding something in your pocket?"
Hima giggled and nodded. Daadi was watching this entire show with a dejected sense of what ought to have been.
Maan "You will not show it to me?"
Hima shook her head and stuck out her tongue.
Maan's eyebrow went up to indicate the master scheme brewing in his mind. He suddenly lifted her and was having her dangling upside down. He was shaking her vigorously. Hima was screeching in delight. A bar of chocolate fell out of her pocket. Maan finally got her down.
Maan "So Hima is not sharing the chocolate with me?"
Sapna "I think you should not be lifting her upsi.."
Hima "Hello old lady. How old are you?"
Daadi smiled "Yes beta I am old. But you cannot ask a lady her age."
Hima frowned "You have a lot of white hair. Are you going to die soon?"
For one moment everyone was speechless. Then Maan burst out laughing clutching his stomach.
Sapna "HIMA!"
Daadi "Maan that is funny huh? I know you are waiting for me to die. So I don't force you into marrying somebody."
Maan stopped laughing and raised a finger to his lip indicating silence. His secret other hand was 'hifi' ing Hima from behind his back.
Daadi "I am not dying until you marry someone, remember that. If you think you are smart, I am your Daadi."
Maan's lips curled mafia style "Of course Daadi. But it is better to start using hair dye."
Hima started laughing. And Maan was grinning.
Sapna "Daadi, please forgive her. She is small."
Daadi smiled at Sapna "I am not angry at the little girl beta. I am angry at the big bad boy here."
Maan "Don't worry Daadi. I have fixed my wedding with this beauty Hima right here. Haina, Hima."
Hima gave him a thumbs up.
Maan "So you just worry about Dev, ok. I am taken."
Sapna glared at him. What was up with her! She just started moving towards the stairs to check on Dev.
Dev:
Dev was in the bathroom. Several thoughts were circling in his mind. The first scene was set many years ago in the meadows in their hill station farm.
The grass had been rolled out in the green field like a carpet. It was almost a pleasure to slip and fall on it. Little Dev was wobbling along a thin cement path through the grass. On his brand new bicycle. He was so excited to be riding it. All on his own. Well almost on his own. Bro was holding the bars at the back.
Bro "Dev! Easy easy. Don't worry I am holding the bar at the back. Go!"
Dev "Bro. Let go. I want to do this by myself."
Bro "Dev, you will fall down. Come on just for a few more days."
Dev was wailing "Bro, I want to participate in the bike race!"
Bro "Ok fine. Go ahead. I am just coming beside. I have let go already."
Dev "Really! I am driving by myself? Can I go faster??"
Dev began pedaling harder. He had finally learned how to pedal! It was so easy. And Bro was making such a huge fuss. He pedaled away until he was out of breath. When he finally stopped and turned,
Dev "BRO! You were holding the bars."
Dev was so angry. He got off the bike and pushed the poor vehicle to the ground.
The second scene too was set many years ago.
Bro "Come down Dev. It is very easy."
Dev "No Bro I want the tube."
Bro "Dev if you keep using the tube, you will never learn. Get down, right NOW!"
Bro appeared to be in a bad mood. Dev was wondering what had gotten into his brother. He was gingerly climbing down the ladder gripping it tightly not knowing what to expect. When his steps touched the two feet deep end of the pool he was stuck with a paralyzing fear. The water was too heavy. Too invasive. Threatening to enter his nose. He swallowed a bucket load of water. His nose was hurting. He coughed and sputtered.
Bro "Dev, just stand. How hard can it be? Have you even forgotten you have legs? This is just two feet water. You are so lame. This is what happens when you always use a tube. Just stand!"
Dev "I don't want to learn how to swim. I am going back home now."
Bro "Dev! Stop acting silly. You will never get to play Uno with us if you don't learn how to swim now."
Dev loved to play Uno! He tried to stand up in the water. But the water was not letting him stand. It was pushing him and making him lose balance.
Dev began crying "I can't Bro. Please let me play Uno."
Bro "No! Fine I have an idea. Why don't we make me the tube? You can hold my shoulders and just flap your legs. I will move in the water."
Dev agreed reluctantly. He grasped Bro's shoulders and tried lifting his legs up but failed. He started coughing again. The water was so bad. Bro then kicked Dev's legs up from under the water. Dev was now scared to death. In the throes of panic he lunged forward and pushed Bro down into the water with all his might. He could barely move. Eventually Bro overpowered him and rose to the surface. But not before Bro had swallowed a lung full of water. Bro started coughing too much.
Daadi arrived on the scene "MAAN! Let him go. Come out of the pool now!"
Dev was holding Maan Singh Khurana's precious pen in his hand. He ran his finger over the engraving of his brothers powerful name on the pen. It must have cost Bro a lot to buy it. Dev noiselessly opened the drawer and fetched the Swiss knife. With its sharp edge he scratched right through Bro's name.
Why was he doing something like this he wondered. It was so juvenile and lame. He did not care. It made him happy somehow. He had his favorite magazine with him. He opened it to the page of his favorite po*n star Moony Leone posing topless. He jacked off before he felt things could get out of hand.
"Dev!"
Sapna!
"I will be right out Sapna."
He put away the knife and pen quickly in the drawer. He walked out of the bathroom with a smile.
Sapna saw him and extended her hands to hold his palms. Dev put his hands behind him.
Dev "Aaa..my hands are wet. So what's up?"
Sapna "You were so right Dev. That man, your brother needs help. I mean what is his problem."
Dev's shoulders drooped a tad.
Sapna "You know when you were telling me that he was refusing marriage I could not believe it. I mean what does he think of himself? Your sweet Daadi of course wants to get the elder grandson married first. Very understandable. It is the Indian mentality."
Dev's head went up and down and his eyes had a puppy dog quality.
Sapna "I truly understand your position Dev. Why you cannot think anything long term. With so many responsibilities on you, it is hard. I totally understand. Don't worry. You will get through it."
Dev smiled "Thanks Sapna."
Sapna "So want to go out this evening?"
Dev shook his head "I need to go for a site visit. Sorry."
Sapna "I understand. Just dropped by to say hi. Catch you later. Bye!"
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