Short Story ~Hazaaron Khwahishein Aisi [Plz see Pg 1] - Page 5

Lovely part , poor geet she is so intelligent than also not able to clear entrance , can't wait to read more so update soon

lovely saddy update geet is haertbroken and lost her faith in herself she dosent know waht to do she is waiting for some angel who will come and direct her to the life that can give her some amt of happiness even the neighbours sympathy was sounding like a taunt to rano but she couldnt do anything geet had lost hope and had no dreams to accomplish she didnt wanted to as she was scared to fail

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Chapter 3. A change of air

She pushed the large suitcase under the seat and sat on her seat next to the window.She watched as her mother took the seat opposite to her. Her father put the bisleri bottle in the bottle stand and hung the cloth bag containing eatables in one of the hooks provided.
They were sweating profusely and time was still left for the train to leave. She watched on as her father fanned himself with a plastic fan while conversing about chacha chachi and hoshiyarpur.
They were going to Hoshiyarpur to attend her cousin Channi's marraige. Earlier she had been reluctant to go but then decided otherwise. With her mind going crazy with all the negativity that had surrounded her recently , this seemed to be the best distraction available.
As the train started , she removed her sandals and folded her leg making herself comfortable when a middle aged man came to sit beside her.
He was tall , muscular in kurta pyjama and there was a red turban sitting on his head. The man she noticed had a big moustache and a long black beard that reached his chest.But it wasnt the beard that drew her attention but his face . He had a radiant face and happiness seem to ooze out of him. He caught her eyes and smiled.She did not and turned to look out of the window.
She heard him speak to her father.
"Kahan jaa rhe ho Sardarji? HP (hoshiyarpur)?"
She did not have to look at her father to know that he nodded.
"HP ke rehne wale ho kya? Patiala kaise aana huya?"
"Jee We live here in Patiala and Hp is our native place.",her father answered.
"Main toh ji Sonpur ka rehne wala hoon. It is 10 km behind HP. Yahaan bete ka Patiala Medical college mein admission karane aaya tha."
From the corner of her eye she saw her father move uncomfortably in his seat. The man had touched a raw nerve. She sighed . Somethings you cannot run from.
" Badi mehnat ki thi bete ne. Bahut takleef se padhaya likhaya. Kya kahoon Sardarji jeevan safal ho gya."
She turned to see pure happiness dance in his eyes. Looking at the proud and happy face of that man and then at the old and fallen face of her father she had an epiphany.
When a child dreams of a future , she is not the lone dreamer but along with her , her parents also weave a dream of their child's bright future each day and night.
And so their share of grief is even greater at the unfulfillment of those dreams.
She saw the man meet her eyes again.Before she could turn he asked her," Tum kya karti ho beti?"
And she lied . "I am in BA first year." She had enough of people pitying her . And did not want another to the list.
The man went on talking about different topics while she closed her eyes ,her head resting against the iron rails of the the window she went off to sleep with the same thoughts that had been tormenting her since last two months.
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As the rickshaw neared its destination she could see the Handa Haveli shine among the other faded houses. It was decorated like a bride.
Getting down the rickshaw she saw her Daarji , chacha- chachi and other relatives rush out of the Haveli to welcome them.
After each one had hugged each other and the pleasantries exchanged they were ushered inside.
A wave of nostalgia hit her as she entered the Haveli. A considerable part of her childhood had been spent here. She had been ten when they had moved to Patiala when her father had been transferred.
They were made to sit on diwan and handed cold lassi. And then bombarded with questions. All of them were talking together and she wasnt sure if they needed answers. As she sipped the lassi she saw few girls hiding behind pillars while some men running in and out doing there chores.
"Arre Geet puttar kitni badi ho gyi"
"Aur kitni sundar bhi toh ho gyi hai. Par kudiye sukh gyi hai bilkul tu. Khati peeti nhi hai kya?"
"Oye Parminder ab toh kudi ghar par hi hai . Ise khila pilakar moti kar.", she heard her Daarji tell her chachiji.
"Haan bilkul bauji . Ise khub khilaongi aur iske baalon mein ghee bhi laga dungi. Bilkul bejaan lag rhe hai."
Apply ghee on hair. They must be joking . She made such a horrible face that all of a sudden Handa haveli echoed with a loud laughter as they saw her face.
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Sitting on a soft mattress spread on the floor she gazed at her cousins and their friends play antakshri. A smile spread on her lips as she saw Sujan Bhaiyya stealing glances of a beautiful girl whose name she did not know. She was her younger cousin Rajji's friend. The girl she saw was very much aware of her admirer and yet continued singing and dancing without acknowledging his glances.
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"J...the letter is J . Jaldi gao ! Tick tick 1 tick tick 2.."
Her mind ran thinking of a song with J. She knew but she couldn't remember it right now when she heard Titu , her younger cousin sing ," Jahan teri yeh nazar hai meri jaan mujhe khabar hai..."
Titu , she saw was dancing around Sujan Bhaiyya while he sang the song. She saw Sujan Bhai glaring at Titu yet he continued doing mini Bhangra around him. All of the youngsters laughed out aloud including that beautiful girl. Geet realized she wasnt the only observant here.
With a smile on her lips she looked at the other corner of the room to find the women seeing things that were to be sent as gifts to bridegroom's house. She could see her mother giggling like a girl perhaps at some joke that chachiji must have cracked.
She knew her father must be taking a round of the village remniscing old memories.
And finally ater so many days she felt light hearted and an emotion akin to happiness.
Finally one of her choices had been right.
The choice to attend this marraige. The change of air was proving to be good for her.

"D ...D...the word is D ." , she heard Titu say.
She knew a song and wanted to sing it. She wanted to live in the moment. She wanted to tease Sujan bhai and that girl.
And so she sang , " Do dil mil rahein hai...magar chupke chupke.."
She saw the same kind of rosy blush tint the cheeks of both Sujan bhai and that girl.
"Geet di aap bhi gaati ho...hamein toh laga aap ki film silent tragedy hai."
She hit Titu on his head and laughed.
Life was not so bad as she was thinking it to be maybe.

Chapter 4 . Baat Pakki Ho Gyi Hai


As she pinned her dupatta standing in front of the mirror she could see the reflection of Rajji running here and there, her heels clicking everytime she moved.
"Rajji what are you looking for?"
"Hair clips. Abhi itne saare yahaan par rakha tha. Na jaane kaun le gya. Yaar bata to diya kare. Jiska jo mann aaya utha ke le gya."
"Relax Rajjo rani ! Shaadi ka ghar hai. I have a few . Let me give it to you."
She watched as Rajji clipped her hair.In pink lehnga choli Rajji was looking ethereal.
"Geet pakka se bata how am i looking?"
"Very beautiful ! You are going to turn a lot of heads today.Bilkul bijli gira rhi ho."
Her head lolling back Rajji laughed and blushed simultaneously. She looked at her cousin Geet.
Clad in an orchid color anarkali suit , her hair left open and face devoid of makeup she looked simple.


But that was Geet's USP. She always dressed simple. At times when they met in family functions she had wanted to advise that dressing up a little would do wonders to enhance her beauty. But something had stopped her.
Geet was innocent , hardworking and a warm hearted person. Everything that she herself wasnt. And she didnt want her to look beautiful as well. Not more than her ownself.
As they walked out of the room and then the Haveli Rajji saw that Geet was wearing flat sandals.
"Geet tune heels nhi pehna"
"No , i do not know how to walk wearing heels. Have never wore them earlier."
"Yaar itna to seekh le. Shaadi ke baad problem hogi dekhna."
Geet was about to answer when Sujan Bhai asked them to get inside the car. All of them were going to Gurudwara where marraige wouldl take place.

It had been many days since she had visited gurudwara. She had simply refused to believe on the existence of God after her failure.But today as she entered the sacred place and heard the holy hymns she once gain bowed her head at His feet.
She was thankful to Him for making her father forget about her marraige. After that dreadful night he hadnt mentioned about her marraige at all.
It must have been one of those statements that fathers make in a fit of rage and then forget.And she was happy about it
Her Babaji still possessed a heart.

She was lost in her thoughts when she felt someone pinch her. She turned to find Rajji all starry eyed pointing towards a handsome man.
"Geet use dekh ..he is so handsome. He even winked at me."
Geet craned her neck to look at the face of the man. He was handsome and when she met his eyes he winked at her.She immediately broke the eye contact.
" handsome toh hai par usne mujhe bhi wink kiya."
"What? How cheap ! Double timer kahin kaa. Vaise uske bagal waale ko dekh. Shy types. Woh bhi handsome hai na."
Geet laughed. She was enjoying everything about this place.

The marraige ceremony was completed and they headed to Haveli .
The reception party was to be held at night.
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Mohindar Handa sipped his drink as he listened to the conversation going on between his father , his elder brother and Choudhary an influential man in the village.
They had been talking about political affairs sometime ago but now Choudhary was getting quite personal Mohindar noticed.
"Toh Handa Sahab Channi toh vida ho chali. Now its Geet's turn. Isnt she of the same age as Channi?"
"She is quite a beautiful child and polite in her manners. Has she completed her studies?"
Mohindar saw a smile spread on his father's face . He heard him say," Haan . You are right Choudhary. Its Geet's turn now. And whatever she had to study she has done. She is right now free."
"Great !", Choudhary said giving them a full toothed smile and brought his glass to his lips.

Mohindar's heart sped. There was something terribly wrong about that smile. He almost had an idea where this conversation was leading to.
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After a little while Choudhary spoke, " Handa Saheb my son Gurmeet has grown up in front of your eyes. Bada bhola bhala munda hai. If you do not have any problem i would like to ask Geet's hand for my son Gurmeet."

There it was out . Mohindar knew what was going on Choudhary's mind. He wanted to associate with Handa family so that he could become a Sarpanch.
Gurmeet and bhola bhala ! That boy was the biggest hooligan of the village . He had known him as a notorious child. Only yesterday he had found him with a girl while he was taking a round of the village.
He would not let this happen. He saw his father's expression. He knew his father very well to predict that he would happily accept the proposal. He had to get out of this situation anyhow.
And then an idea struck him.
He very politely turned to face Choudhary and said in a voice laced with honey.
"You are too kind Choudhary ji. Asking for Geet's hand. I could not thank you enough for considering my daughter. However it might not be possible. Geet ki baat kahin aur pakki ho gyi hai."
As if struck by a lightening , a dark cloud took over Choudhary's face.
"Acha ? Koi baat nhi Mohindar ji. Vaise kahaan baat pakki ki hai aapne?"
"Ji mere manjhle (middle) son in law Dev ke chachere bhai Maan se."
Chaudhary tried smiling but failed.
"Badhai ho ! Badhai ho! Vaise What did you say was the name of the guy?"
"Maan. Maan Singh Khurana."

Chaudhary walked to his wife in a sour mood.
"Kyun ji baat kuch bani ki nhi?", his wife asked him.
"Geet ki baat kahin aur pakki ho gyi hai "

Mrs. Chaudhary with a crestfallen face went to the side where a lot of ladies sat gossiping.
"what happened Mrs.choudhary? Party mein zada kha liya kya? Indigestion ho gya kya? "
Mrs. Choudhary glared at the woman while sitting beside her on the empty chair.
" kya bataaon socha Geet ko apne ghar ki bahu banaaon par uski toh kahin aur baat pakki ho gyi hai ."
And thus the rumour was soon spread in whole of HP.
Geet ki baat pakki ho gyi hai.
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Rajji walked as fast as her heels would allow. She couldnt believe her ears. Geet was set to marry and here she had no news about it.
Geet was enjoying the taste of her icecream when she was pulled by her wrists.
"Jhuthi .Chupa Rustam. How dare you hide such a big thing from me. Tune mujhe bataya kyun nhi ki teri shaadi pakki ho gyi hai?"
Too stunned to react Geet looked on.
"Dont look like that. As if you dont know that you are getting married to Maan ."
"Getting married to whom did you say?"
"Your Naintara Didi's brother in law."
"You mean Maan Bhaiyaa."
"Yes , I very much mean Maan . But for heaven's sake drop that Bhaiyaa for he is soon going to be your Saiyaan."

With the melting of the abandoned ice cream Geet realized three things.
First , her life was bad very bad.
Second , her father had not forgotten about the marraige.
Third , her Babaji was simply heartless. Atleast for her.

And ofcourse her marraige was set with Maan , her Tara di's brother in law .
The same Maan whom she had met just once and then perhaps talked on phone twice.
And each time he had been just Maan bhaiyaa.

Chap 3 and 4 updated .
I had initially thought of dividing chap 2 in to two parts but then dropped the idea.

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