MG FF-Winter Sonata-Thread3

MG FF-Winter Sonata

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Thank you friends for such lovely and profound comments. I also showed your comments to my son (not all but few…too much ego otherwise) and he was very happy.

@hermoso – Thank you dear for sharing the beautiful poem by Farhan Akhtar. It is so true that past incidents have forced most of us to ask the hard hitting questions

I have always loved the dargah sequence in Geet. It is one of my favorite because of the purity, innocence and realization of love it portrayed. So this is my first take on the same background…hope you like it.

"Teri Deewani" will also come but, much later. Right now it is all about Maan's turmoil and hence "Arziyan"

This chapter is super long so please give super long comments as well. Don't forget to provide feedback on both the halves😛

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Chapter 15 - Arziyan

Maan thought about his Daadima's words as he bent down in front of the mazaar….

"Kya Geet ke liye mere yeh ehsaas galat nahi hai? Please God show me the right path. Is Geet only me destiny. Main jaanta hoon ki woh baaki ladkiyon ki tarha nahi hai. Par kya waqai mein jo main uske liye mehsoos karta hoon uska koi wajood hai?"

(Is it true that my feelings for Geet are not wrong? God show me the right path. Is Geet only me destiny? I know that she is not like other girls. But, does what I feel for her, in reality has an identity?)

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Inugxd74UI&feature=related_embedded[/YOUTUBE]

Link - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Inugxd74UI

Arziyaan sari mein, chehre pe likh ke laaya hoon
Tumse kya mangu mein, tum khud hi samjah lo

ya maulaaa...

Words of sufis singing in the praise of lord tickled his senses as he put the chaadar of flowers on the mazaar.

@Shruthe – Thanks for the pic

He wondered why it always felt that God and Love were one and the same thing. Pure Love in any form is as ethereal and as reverent as the Lord himself. Maybe because that was the biggest gift he bestowed upon this earth – an emotion called Love. A mother's love for her child, a brother's love for his kin, a friend's love when they sacrifice their own dreams for a friend of their own….love between two souls uniting them into one….

Maula Maula Maula Mere Maula
Maula Maula Maula Maula

Dararein dararein hai Maathe pe maula
Maramat mukdar ki kar do maula

Mere Maula

Tere Dar pe Jhuka hoon Mita hoon Bana hoon
Marammat mukdar ki kar do maula

Maan stood up and joined the sufis clad in white as they turned and twirled, lost in their love for God. Lost looking at the skies, singing and pouring their heart to the one and only who knows everything….

As one hymn lead to another, Maan saw the threads of prayers which fluttered in the breeze, tied to the holes in the walls. He picked up one such thread and tied it there. He was at peace and his heart was quiet but that almighty still knew the desire of the beating heart of this man.

"Unse kya chupa…unhein kya batayein…mere har zare ka unhein pata hai….jo mujhe bhi nahi pata…woh tumhein hai pata"

(What is hidden from him…what should I tell him…he knows about my each breath…what even I don't know about me…he knows)

Jo bhi tere dar aaya
Juhkne jo sar aaya

Mastiyan piye sabko
Jhoomta nazar aaya

Pyaas le ke aaya tha
Dariya woh bhar laya
Noor ki barish mein beeghta sa tar aaya

Maula Maula Maula Mere Maula
Maula Maula Maula Maula

Dararein dararein hai Maathe pe maula
Maramat mukdar ki kar do maula
Mere Maula


Jo bhi tere dar aaya
Jhukne jo sar aaya

Mastiyan piye sabko
Jhoomta nazar aaya

Maan collected the halwa and sacred flowers and waited for Daadima in front of the women's entry gate. He was startled as he saw HER coming out of there. Clad in a white anarkali with golden border, she looked like an angel.

He moved towards his destiny and raised his hand to hold her. She turned to move but he caught her wrist covered with her white pristine dupatta. She turned to look at him beckoning him to accept her.

He adjusted the duppatta that had moved from his tug as she kept on looking at him with those bewitching eyes.

"Jise dhundati hai teri ruh, use tujhse milna hi hai

Khuda ki rehmat hai, usne brsayi hai toh tujhe bheegna hi hai"

(The one whom your soul searches, you have to meet her

It is God's grace; he has rained it on you so you have to get drenched)

Maan looked at the baba, who touched his head with peacock feathers. He looked back to see her but found himself standing amidst a crowd and where was she?

"Nazron se nahi, dil se chu use

Dil mein nahi, khud mein sama le use"

(Not from your eyes, but touch her from your heart

Not in your heart, but drown in her in your being.)

Maan smiled at the words of wisdom from the baba…he could not fathom it was a blessing or a guidance or his prophecy

"Yeh mat soch ki yeh rehmat hai ki teri kismet

Us khuda ka pyaar hai, woh dene ko deta hai…tu bas samet...bas samet"

(Don't think it if it is a blessing or your destiny

It is that God's love; he has given it as a giving…you just take…just take)

O Ek khusbu aati thi
O Ek khusbu aati thi

Mein bhatakta jata tha

Reshmi si maya thi
Aur mein takta jata tha

Jab teri gali aaya
Sach tabhi nazar aaya

Mujhe mein hi woh khusboo thi
Jisse tune milwaya

Maula Maula Maula Mere Maula
Maula Maula Maula Maula

Dararein dararein hai Maathe pe maula
Maramat mukdar ki kar do maula
Mere Maula

"Thank you Baba".

Savitri Devi who had just come, bowed her head and forwarded money

"Khuda ki marzi ke liye mein yeh le nahi sakta

Jo kehna tha keh diya, sun na na sun na tere pe chod dala"

(I can't take it for God's will

I said what I wanted to say, listening or not is left on you now.)

Baba moved and got lost in the crowd as Maan just saw at him without blinking his eyes.

Tut ke bikharna mujhko zarur aata hai
Varna ibbadat wala shaoor aata hai

sajde mein rehne do
ab kahin na jaunga

sajde mein rehne do
ab kahin na jaunga

Ab jo tumne tukhraya to
Sawar na paunga

Maula Maula Maula Mere Maula
Maula Maula Maula Maula

Dararein dararein hai Maathe pe maula
Maramat mukdar ki kar do maula
Mere Maula

"Chalein Beta"

"Maan!!!"

Daadima called again to her lost grand son.

"Haan Daadima…chaliye"

"Kya hua beta?"

"Kuch nahi Daadima"

"Aisa lagta hai jis ishaare ko maang raha tha, woh de diya bhawaan ne. Is shabd ka tumhare samne kya mol phir bhi, shukriya Babaji"

(I feel as if God gave me the sign I was asking for. There is no meaning of this word in front of you but still "Thanks" Babaji)

Whole night Maan kept on thinking about his feelings. Daadima's and Baba's words surrounded him. Biggest question in front of him was what he felt for her. There was no point in refuting that he felt a very strong connection with her but was it strong enough to be not called attraction and something more and if yes, then what?.

By early morning he has come to a decision and with that some peace came to his mind and he finally dozed off.

"I will give myself time. I will keep her away from me and this distance will help me in identifying the depth of what I feel for her. Yes, it is true that I have feelings for her. I can run away from everybody but I can't lie to myself. But unknowingly this project has given me a chance to understand these emotions and make me sure what I truly feel for her."

Sar utha ke mene to kitni khwahishe ki thi
Kitne khwaab dekhe the kitni khosishe ki thi

Jab tu rubaru aaya

Jab tu rubaru aaya

Nazarein na mila paya

Sar jhuka ke ek pal mein

Sar jhuka ke ek pal mein
Mene kya nahi paya

Maula Maula Maula Mere Maula
Maula Maula Maula Maula

Next Day

Geet entered office as usual after her prayer to Babaji, looked at the cabin next to her. Only when her eyes collided with a wall instead of a window, she realized that she was not working with Maan Sir anymore. She frowned as in her heart she missed his presence and working with him.

"Abhi toh ek hi din hua hai…Maan sir ke saath kam karna is so exciting. He is a hard worker aur kitna kam karate hain. Par shayad isiliye. There is so much to learn from him. I was lucky to have him as his boss and who knows if I work well I will again get to work with him."

(It has just been one day…It is so exciting to work with Maan sir. He is a hard worker and makes other also work so much. But maybe this is the reason. There is so much to learn from him. I was lucky to have him as his boss and who knows if I work well I will again get to work with him.)

Mere Maula...

Maula Maula Maula Mere Maula
Maula Maula Maula Maula

Mora piya ghar aaya
Mora piya ghar aaya
Mora piya ghar aaya
Mora piya ghar aaya

Maula Maula Maula Mere Maula
Maula Maula Maula Maula

Mere Maula...

She forced herself to smile and start working. As Rahul was new there were no appointments so she started with looking at the plan and setting up meetings accordingly.

Rahul entered office at 10:30 AM and was surprised that why his team looked at him as if he was an alien. He had a good night with the escort and was in a cheerful mood. In the morning itself, he has been whistling as his thoughts wandered to Geet - "Woh raat dur nahi jab tum mere paas hogi par tab tak din mein Geet and raat ko koi aur….nice combination."

(That night is not far off when you will be near me but till then you in the day and someone else in the night…nice combination.)

He directly went to Geet's cabin and looked at her top to bottom taking in her length, slim legs, swell of her breasts and finally her lips.

"Pata nahi yeh itne kapde kyon pehnti hai…but koi baat nahi…jitna chupati hai utna hi chune ka man karta hai."

(Don't know why she wears so many clothes…but no worries…the more she tries to hide the more I desire to touch her.)

Geet fiddled with her dupatta as she saw him staring at her. She got up wishing him and pushed papers in his hands telling him about the meetings.

Rahul looked at the appointment sheet and flirted – "What is this senorita…na chai na coffee aur sidha kam…woh bhi itni saari meetings. Thoda taras khao hum par sweetheart."

(What is this senorita…no tea or coffee and straight work…and that too so many meeting? Have some pity on this poor soul sweetheart.)

Geet did not like his tone and words at all. But then shrugged off knowing that many people joked around in office.

"Sir woh, office starts at 9:00 AM so I have scheduled all the calls accordingly. Aap review kar ke bata dijiye. I will change accordingly. And I will get tea/coffee for you…what will you take?"

"Haye… itne pyar se toh tum zaher bhi dogi toh pee lenge."

(Haye…with so much love if you even give poison, we will drink that too.)

Geet just kept quiet not used to this type of flirty talks at all. Finally Rahul put his hand on her shoulder almost hugging from her back - "Acha chalo, let me take you to the pantry and show you how I take tea."

Geet felt goose bumps out of fear. She hated his touch and just walked in front and turned around facing him – "Nahi…I mean it is ok sir. I know how to make tea."Saying this she almost ran from there.

"Yeh Rahul Sir aisi batein kyon karte hain. Mujhe bilkul acha nahi lagta. Lekin kya karoon. Agar kisi ko batungi toh woh mera hi mazak udayenge. A small town girl can not handle office jokes also."

(Why does Rahul Sir talk like this. I don't like it at all. But what should I do? If I tell anyone they will make fun of me only. A small town girl can not handle office jokes also.)

Geet somehow convinced herself while making tea and took it to Rahul's cabin in a tray with separate sugar in bowl and milk in a cup.

Rahul smiled at her as she kept the tray down and asked him how much sugar and milk will he like.

Rahul caressed her hand as he held it over the milk cup telling her how much he wanted. Geet struggled and removed her hand as soon as possible as if burnt by his touch. But Rahul kept on looking at her gingerly filling her nostrils with her aroma. He could read her discomfort but was least bothered as the only thought on his mind was that if her hand was so soft how her whole body will feel under him.

Geet somehow passed the day avoiding meeting him alone or coming close to him. She could not voice her concerns but at the same time could not avoid him completely either. Moreover Rahul was hell bent on asking her to meet him with frivolous excuses. He never let go of any chance to touch her in ways which looked innocent but were anything but innocent.

Over the next few days, he will brush her hand while taking files. Caress her hand, arms or shoulder on pretext of praising her or motivating her. He continuously praised her beauty by saying that she had beautiful smile or silky hair.

Geet felt offended and uncomfortable but she did not have guts to talk to anyone including Pinky. Most of the times she convinced herself that her thinking was incorrect and ignored her sixth sense completely.

Rahul's lust kept on increasing and her demure demeanor encouraged him further. His patience was running thin as his thirst increased and those seemingly innocent touches were just not enough anymore for him.

This chapter is very close to my heart. I love this song and I wanted to use it to show Maan's restlessness and the peace he finally finds. Dargah for me is associated with realization and I will be using again when it is time for Geet's realization.

Also, I have seen many girls harassed on a daily basis but keeping quite as they feel intimidated, scared, nervous and even foolish to share their thoughts freely. Girls in managerial positions have the additional responsibility of making their juniors comfortable and give an environment where no one feels ridiculed and stifled to not share their thoughts. It doesn't have to be a formal proceeding all the time but even coffee machine talks help where girls are encouraged to speak their minds giving them a let out.

Again, just my thoughts as I feel informal environment is sometimes more encouraging and less intimidating than a formal committee which is for more serious offences.

Precap – Meri Bebasi