Short Story ~Hazaaron Khwahishein Aisi [Plz see Pg 1] - Page 13

Originally posted by: Flame_of_Forest

<font face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif"><font color="#333333" size="2">very much interested..
chat mangani pat byah for Maaneet !!!</font>
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Hahaha...
Hello !
Welcome aboard !
Read all your comments and loved them.
Exactly fatafat shaadi ho jaye tab mujhe bhi rahat milegi. I am excited to write about them as well.

Chapter 7. Ek Rishta Aaya Hai
He tried kick start his bike again for the 5th time but to no avail. The vehicle would just not start. He was on his way back to home when his bike had broken down in the middle of the road. And since then refused to start.
Frustrated , he kicked a stray stone that flew in air and landed to the other side. There was no point wasting time over his bike so he parked it on the side of the road under the street lamp and looked for a taxi or mechanic garage. But the road was unusually empty.After a few minutes of wait he decided to call Aditya.
Aditya Kashyap had a habit of working till late hours when his wife was out of town. It was an uncanny habit that he found in most of his collegues. He had once asked Adi about this and he had casually responded,'Biwi buri bala hai dost. Ghar par ho toh satati hai.. Ghar par naa ho toh satati hai. ' Not actuaaly understanding his statement Maan had nodded his head.
As per his knowledge Pinky was at her mother's place so there were chances that Adi was still at office.
He called Adi and as expected he picked up the phone in the first ring .
'Hey Maan ! Bhai Kahaan hai tu? Bahut din ho gye mile huye.'
'Adi yaar ye sab baad mein. Tu office se nikal kya?'
'No . Was just about to. Why?'
'My bike broke down at Vyas road. Can u get me a mechanic plz. And make it fast.'
'Yeah..sure. Will be there in 15 min.', he heard Adi assure him bfore he hung up.
He was about to put his mobile back in his pocket when it rang, the caller reading Chachaji.
'Shastriakaal Chachaji ! Kaise hai aap aur baaki sab?',he asked answering the call.
' Sab thik hai beta. Tujhe bahut yaad karte hai sab. Tu bata Dilli mein sab kaisa hai'
'Main bhi changa hoon. Aur aapke aashirwaad se sab theek chal rha hai. ' , he lied. Nothing was okay in his life. He had an ass for a boss. He worked hard but was not rewarded. His bike had broken down and he was stranded on the middle of the road. There so many problems but he couldnt tell them to his family and trouble them.
'Toh beta mausam kaisa hai?'. And here comes the mausam talk.
'Garmi hai. Aisa lag rha hai aag baras rha ho.'
'Acha par maine toh suna baarish ho rhi. Itni ki gharon mein pani bhar aaya hai.'
'Chachaji voh Mumbai mein ho rhi hai. Main delhi mein hoon.'
'ek hi baat hai toh vahaan baarish nhi ho rhi ?'. He cursed mentally . Chachaji was well versed in irritating people. And he always drew weather to every phone conversation they had. In fact most of his conversations with his relatives were incomplete without 'mausam kaisa hai' .
'hui thi baarish halki si ek do baar. Aapne mausam ki jankaari ke liye phone kia tha?'
He heard his uncle laugh into the phone. 'Nhi beta. Teri shadi ki gal karni thi. Tere liye ek rishta aaya hai.'
And here comes the most dreaded the shaadi talk. He groaned inwardly. Weather discussion was better than marraige discussions.
Since the day he had joined his job and that 2 yrs ago his family were after him to settle down. Evry other day he recieved a mail consisting of a girls photo in a traditional sari or suit with her biodata. His family was of the view that at twenty five years of age he was too old and with every growing year his chances of getting a nice girl would narrow down.
'Chachaji lekin main abhi shadi nhi karna chahta hoon. Aap ko bataya toh tha reasons.'
'Arre beta ladki bahut acchi hai. Geet. Jaante ho na use. Uska rishta aaya hai tere liye. Mile toh the usse tum. Ek baar phir mil lo.' , he heard his uncle say altogether ignoring his plea.
'Geet... kaun Geet ?...',he was about to add further when he saw a Royal Enfield thunderstorm 350 halt before him. He saw a lean boy get down after which the man riding the bike got down removing his helmet.
Aditya Kashyap was here with the supposed mechanic.
'Beta Geet tumhari bhabhi ki..' he heard his chachaji speak into the phone.
'Acha chachaji shastriakaal . Baad mein call karta hoon. Abhi kuch kaam hai.',saying this he disconnected the call.
He sighed mentally. Marraige was too big a commitment and he was not ready for it. He wouldn't be able to keep his partner happy when he himself was unhappy with his life.

@ Flame of Forest : sorry for raising your hopes and not getting them married this weekend. Samajh lena sahi muhurat nhi mila.:D

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We are heading towards the marraige at tortoise pace.
I know few of you might get irritated that I m dragging unnecessarily( read the next ch on pg 20 and you ll understand what i m talking about) and not getting to the Maaneet scenes. But unfortunately this is the way i write. And the more unfortunate fact is i am enjoying writing this way.
I assure we will reach there. Nobody is more excited than me to write their scenes. We are reaching there soon. And once we reach there i can throw tantrums right like updating lazily.;)

Till then apna Khayal rakhna.

Maans dreams and desire were cruelly crushed as he was looked over for the promotion he had worked really hard for.

Chapter 8 . The Fault in Our Stars
He shook hands with Adi and gave him a customary hug and whispered a thankyou. And then he turned his attention to the tall and lean teenage boy who was not a mechanic himself but one among the many trainees working under the owner of the Roshan garage. He saw him take a quick glance at the bike and give a disapproving look. 'Kya Kharabi hai ?',he heard him ask in loud croaky voice.
'Yeh hamko pata hota toh tumhe kyun bulate.'
'Kick karne pe start nhi ho rha hai.'
Adi and he both spoke simultaneously. As he saw the boy try kick starting it, he heard Adi speak in a dramatic voice,'Maan bhai ye bike bech ke nayi le le. Bol toh olx pe daal doon. Till when do you plan to drag this metal piece of junk. Hero Honda alag ho gyi . Hero aur honda ban gyi. And you are still riding around Hero Honda Passion plus ! Purani cheezon se moh mamta chodo ab tum.'
'It might be a piece of junk for you. But for me it is my heartbeat. And not everyone is lucy like you to have a Mr.Richie rich as father who gifts his son Royal Enfiel on his bday.'
'Abe aadhe paise maine bhi diye the samjha. Toh ye puri tarah se papaji ki taraf se gift nhi huya. Adha maine self ko gift kya hai.'
He was about to say something when that boy quipped in ,'Bhaiya Hero Honda bas aapki dhadkan nhi hai. Kuch saalon pehle tak pure India ki thi. Bhool gye kya..Hero Honda Desh ki Dhadkan..dhak dhak..'
'Abe yaar tu apna kaam karna', shouted Adi while making himself comfortable on his bike while the boy made a face and conrinued in his work. He laughed seeing the scene when something struck him.
'You understand English?',he asked the boy.
'Haan eight tak padha tha school mein. Phir chod diya.'
'Kyun chod diya?'
'Kismat se zyada kisi ko kahan mila hai. The fault in his stars Bhaiya can turn Prince into a beggar. Samjh lo apni bhi kuch aisi hi story hai.' He saw a sad pallor spread on the boy's face. And yet he continued screwing some nuts in the handle. He was eager to know more of his story but did not press him further. The boy then turned to him wiping the hands on his shirt staining it black.
'Clutch Plate jal gya hai! Garage le jana padega. Aap apna no de do. Thik ho jane par aapko call kar denge aap garage se utha lena.'
He gave his number and walked to Adi's bike to sit behind him but not after instructing ,'asli maal lagana ! Aisa na ho phir kharab ho jaaye.'
'Bharosa rakho bhaiya. Sparsh cup plate tod maar khalepar kisi ka bharosa nhi todta hai.' , the boy whose name was Sparsh had proudly declared.
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The bike zoomed off and halted before a small hotel. He saw Adi removing his helmet.
'Yaar yahaan kyun roka?'
'For dinner ! I am too tired to go home and cook.',replied Adi.
He contemplated for a few seconds.He himself was too tired to cook so it wasnt a bad idea. As he was about to enter something written in red against the white background below the name of the hotel caught his attention. It read ,'Dil Khush hotel especiality : South indian Dosa. Ek baar khaoge toh baar baar aaoge.' Despite his sour mood he could not help but smile . Trust Adi to know of such places. As he entered the hotel he saw it was filled with people. It seemed that the hotel was popular. He saw Adi choose a corner table where he could watch the Bangladesh -India match running on the TV that was hung on the wall. He quitely followed him. As they took their seats , a moment later he saw a man reach their table and wiped it off clean and then place a water tumbler and glasses on the table. He reahed out to fill their glasses but Adi bet him to it. While he filled the glass ,he spilled some on the clean table as well. Maan used the tissue kept on the table to wipe it off when another man in brown pair of pants and shirt come stand before him. He had a small notepad in his hand and was playing with a pen between his fingers. 'Order boliye Sir !'
'Do plate butter masala ! Aur haan garam laana', ordered Adi. He hadnt been here before so he let Adi order.
As he noted down the order he said ,' Garam chahiye toh time lagega. ' and went to another table to take the order.
As they waited for the dosas , he heard Adi say in a serious tone, ' So Maan now tell me whats bothering?' His eyes were glued on TV.
'Nothing. I m just tired.' he replied.
'Are you? As far as i know you work never tires you. Tell me whats wrong. Is it related to That Sanki getting the post that you deserved.'
Maan gave up the pretence and nodded. Nothing was hidden from his friend. Aditya and he worked in the same company but different departments. 3 yrs senior to him , Adi was an official in HR department. They had met by chance and a deep friendship had struck between them in the first year Maan had joined the office. Since then their friendship had seen up and downs and the bond had grown stronger. Pinky , his wife was also a good friend of his.
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The man who had wiped the tables came back again with two large plates and placed them before both of them . The sight of hot and crispy dosas erased all other thoughts from his mind. The smell of sambhar and chutney hit his noses and his salivary glands instantly came to work. He took a bite of the crispy corner of the dosa . As it melted in his mouth . He forgot about everything else. The taste was heavenly. And now he knew that whoever had a taste of these was sure to come again. He looked up to see Adi gulping down water.Perhaps he had eaten a chilli.
'toh Maan you were about to tell me something.'
'Kuch nhi yaar . Its just that i am frustrated . Everytime i see Saxena i feel like strangling him. Today he came to my desk especiaaly to give me treat. Baaki sab ko peon ne diya. Mujhe saala chidane ke liye khud aaya dene. But more than him i hate That Hari Sadu. He made me work day n nite aur phir threw my like a used napkin'.
Adi sipped a spoon of sambhar and then spoke,'Bhai . When you are working you have to keep your eyes mind and ears open. Dont u know why Shiv Saxena is called Sanki Saala because he is the saale babu of our CEO. Samjha. So that Saddu Har**mi in order to remain in the good books of the CEO promoted him. It doesnt matter who worked as long as CEO is happy.' Maan was lost in thoughts. This thing never crossed his mind. 'Yaar but in all this it me me who is being at loss. Main kya karun?', he said resignedly .
'Join another company. Or start your own business.'
'Starting business is not an option yaar. Right now i do not have so much money. Had to send the saved money to family because of some crisis. Aur rahi baat dusri naukri ki...it is hard to find a job with as much pay as i am getting now. But still i am trying.'
'Maan i have another option. Keep working here to build up your experience samjha and at the same time increase the weight of your resume. Bhai only being an architect is not going to help . Add to your qualifications. Do an MBA or any other course. And continue saving money. Once you come across that golden chance grab it with both your hands. Being prepared will help you. Sirf B.Arch ki degree se kaam nhi chalegi if you want to fulfill your dreams and desires. Ho sakta hai is beech promotion bhi mil jaaye.'
'Aur woh golden chance nhi aaya toh..'
'To samjhna the is fault is not in you but in your stars. Bhai be optismistic dekhna things will soon fall into places.' and then he returned back to his cold dosa. Maan himself lost in his thoughts cleared the last bits of dosa and chutney.
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There must be something wrong with her stars. It seemed as the whole world was conspiring together to get her married .
She had come to know that her father wasn't planning to marry her off but due to some unusual circumstances had lied and soon the rumour had spread. After Channi's di marraige there had been a huge argument in the haveli about her getting married. And then her Daarji had asked her father to go to Jalandhar with a proposal for Maan.
Her father had been recieved with utmost respect and love at Tara di sasural and about the proposal they had been quite happy.
His father had informed that Savitri Devi had assured him saying 'Rishta Pakka Samjhiye'.
She saw Titu and rajji play hide n seek. Titu was trying to get under the bed .however he was unable to owing to his healthy body. Rajji laughed seeing him.
They led such a carefree life. But hers had always been full of tensions since the time she had cleared 10th. The pressure to crack the entrances and the repeated failures had robbed her of the chirpiness she used to possess. She could accept that there must be some fault in her preparation but getting married was very big punishment for it. Because yesterday night she had cried in front of her mother begging her not to get her married . But her mother wiping her own tears had told her,' we have thought over n again Geet. This is the best for you. We are not going back to Patiala anymore so if you do not marry this man . Or Daarji will marry u to someone else. Atleast here we have the assurance that family is good. Your Tara di will be there and the most important thing is Maan is a nice guy.'
And since then Geet had resigned herself to her fate.

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