STORY ::
Prologue : Bored with this cocept of prologue..etc.. direct to intros of characters..
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Sculptor : Mr. Shlok Agnihotri...
He Mr.Shlok Agnihotri, very fair ,tall , dark black eyes, masculine and cute chap.. who was once upon a time spreading love and joy with lots of happiness ..he was the charm of the crowd among relatives.. friends and also family.. Everything in the home revolved around him.. he was the centre of attraction.. only one ..son of the Agnihotri's... Agnihotri's being One among the countable top 10 billionaires.. he had everything.. big mansions.. loving parents.. good friends.. money in billions.. The Agnihotri industries were headed by Niranjan Agnihotri.. His life partner and business partner was Mrs. Anjali Agnihotri. The only son and the heir for all the billion properties.. was Mr.Shlok.. yes ..Shlok Agnihtori.. Very tall , brown eyes, dashing personality, very straight word and a complete extrovert.. he was called as the Greek god in town.. yes he was witty and shrewd.. he never spared anyone if things were not correct for him..his arrogance and attitude was one more thing which captured millions.. and all called him the YOUNG HEART THROB..
Though he had in millions and billions he always chose.. silence.. calmness. Peace.. and solitary.he was the eligible bachelor in town.. but never he was a Casanova or flamboyant. He had many industries to run.. but not sure why he chose... FINE ARTS as his main subject .. and instead of running industries he was into paintings and purchases of canvas and brushes.. or somewhere standing in front of a mural and enjoying the depth of the mural.. or he was spotted with his Nikon SLR in the streets or in the mountains or in the slum or in the bridges.. or in the lake side..
He was always a loner.. he talked to the nature.. he talked to the carved walls.. murals and statues.. he talked about arts.. and its unsaid .. unfelt.. un understood emotions.. he was an artist.. he always lived and loved his work or life.. inch by inch.. his taste or professionalism in work also could be measured with the minute details of his work.. which displayed in the master pieces on the wall or standing in front of him as tall as him.. the sculptures..
This was some time back.. now Mr.Shlok.. was.. again alone.. but some thing.. his cheered and happy face was gloomy.. his eyes were RED..he had the pain in his eyes andin the face all over written.. His eyes.. showed the anger... frustration.. loneliness.. emptiness and the needy or craving for something... Was it consolation ?? was it pity ?? was it something called as LOVE AND ATTETNION OR IMPORTANCE.. he wanted to feel .. or craving for something.. like that..
In the past , Yes what would be the reason.. She came.. Swathi.. she was assisting.. him in his paintings.. she was his secretary and after some time became a model for his many master pieces.. in form of paintings on the canvas or carvings as a statue.. his strokes.. of her on the canvas.. emoted the unsaid... emotions..
WAS HE A MODERN PICASO OR INDIAN VERSION OF RAVIVARMA OR MF HUSSAIN...
He fell in love with her.. she also loved him.. but was it for him... as him ... or for his money.. she loved him for his money... but they say all lies come to an end.. she was caught red handed by Shlok.. over a phone conversation and some texts.. with she shared with her friends.. he was heart broken and he brokeup with her.. he left her.. and never saw her back again and his gallery..
WAS IT THE FAILURE OF HIS FIRST EVER LOVE.. OR HIS BELIEF ON LOVE.. OR HIS FIRST EVER COMMITMENT TOWARDS ANOTHER WHICH HE LONGED TO BE AS HIS BETTER HALF...
The next few days.. were torturous for him .. he left the city.. moved of to the mountains..
It is almost 5 years now.. he moved away from his gallery and his parents. He is in the woods . he was near the lake talking to the birds and talking to he leaves ..and the trees and to the wind..
He became a PAHADI.. he loved nature more and more and felt that.. he belonged here.. he was free from all the problems.. he was reviving back.. he was returning back to his normal senses.. After few months of love failure.. he got involved himself into nature.. which was the biggest change.. for him ..for his life and for his future.. Everything now was there.. but something to move on in life.. the new starting point..he was missing that.. he had to start a new beginning but from where..this was confusing him a lot.
He gets a call from Aanand.. NA's secretary. He comes to Mumbai and his dad insists him to start of with business. He listens and gets into office mode.. into files and meetings completely drowned..
After all it was his fathers.. last day wishes.. he couldn't deny it.
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Sculpture : Miss.Astha Kirloskar
Astha.. a 25 year old.. dint finish her degree due to family commitments.. was a BEAUTY of her own.. she was 5.3 .. slim and fair.. cremmish.. long golden hair.. which was tied into a bun.. front few locks.. falling and kissing her cheeks.. beautiful fishy shaped eyes.. and the eyeballs.. those like the chocolate chip cookies.. brown.. sorry hazel brown.. the face.. as if moon's one small piece had broken and fallen on earth.. she was calm and polite.. she never talked much.. she was silent but yes.. she wouldn't take any wrong things happening around her..
Those beautiful eyes.. had.. stories of its own.. what were they feeling.. Why her eyes always had a tale to tell.. Anytime.. her face would be in some thought.. but she composes all the time and brings on a artificial smile on her face and behaves like a complete professional. What was the tale behind those beautiful eyes.. which had a sad one to not part with anybody.. but keep in itself and take the sorrow fully on her..
She was born and bought up in a lower middle class family.. her father left her mother and four siblings of her and went into Sanyaas.. She Astha .. was the whole bread winner for the house..
Her first younger sister was a widow..the second younger sister was in her college. One blind brother and the last younger brother was a handicap. She was working in a store as sales girl. Month beginning would be the days all in the family . would be happy.. In mid of the month.. all their smiles would have gone of somewhere.. During the monthends.. all the family members would be fighting .. blaming each other..
She leaves to office at 8 am and reaches home by 7pm. After 7pm she takes tuitions in home.. after the tuitions she helps her mother.. for fixing hooks and hemming the saree falls etc.. who is a dress maker /tailor She goes to bed night at 12 sharply..she wakes up at 5 am.. sharp and the day starts of with helping her mother In cooking.. waking the siblings.. and she finally getting ready.. not having time to eat any food.. running to office.. by standing in the food board of the bus.. catching it at the last moment.. she reaches office by 7am.. in the near by temple.. she goes and puts rangoli .. helps the pujari In making garlands and in the side.. from behind the pillars. .. she was learning.. slokas.. which were taught by assistant prohits for their juniors..
Sharp by 7.45 am she leaves to office and reaches by 8am.. this way her life was running.
Yes the sad part was she was not able to fulfil the dreams of her family members...Proper education , a better life, little bit comforts for the brothers.. rest for her older mother who still stichtes day and night for their living.. yes a simple word.. but having a very bigger meaning... and the life of many indian citizens.. THE WORD POVERTY.. she wanted to remove that from their life and give her family members a little bit better one..
She has been searching for parttime jobs.. she had applied in HR offices.. she gets a call one day evening.. the next day she visits the place.. she hears to the HR guy and gets shocked..
She returns home with the details... and thinks to ignore it.. but again her inner mind.. of why not.. .anyways there would be many more people.. let me try my luck.. Though she doesn't like it.. she wanted to try..
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MAIN PLOT:
Shlok joined office and starts working like a robot.. he finishes meetings one after the other.. he becomes a workaholic.. he does 16 hrs job.. though the returns are good ..he feels that.. something is missing in his life..what was it..the x gal.. or what was it..
HE STARTS FEELIGN ALOOF.. he is slowly drowning and loosing the spirit.. yes it was his love.. but ..some how he survived the storm by himself.. unlike others.. drinking.. and using women.. he dint do any of those.. but what was it...MISSING.. IN HIS LIFE..
After thorough two days.. of break .. and clearing his mind.. in his room.. he finds It out... yes..
INSPIRATION .. ADRENALINE... TO MAKE MAGIC.. TO DO WONDERS..
Though his new part has started it was more like furnitured life.. no feelings and thrill or joy..he wanted all those.. his only passion is ART.. he goes to his gallery.. he sees the condition it is now.. full of cobwebs.. around.. not dusted.. not maintained.. not sure.. how many were food for the rats.. and how many were out of insurance.. and how many of the statues... had lost its glow and shine..
He himself.. felt.. so bad about his.. actions towards his passion and desire for loving passion.. he calls Anand.. and starts fixing back stuff..
He called HR in mid.. for the new model.. Though the new Shlok is fine.. his eyes.. said a different story.. still they were RED.. why the deceit of the gal he loved.. he couldn't forgive her.. HE FORGOT HER BUT..
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THE MEETING :
Astha comes to the Studio.. he sees many women.. for the interview..Shlok is not happy with any one.. Finally Astha is called in..They meet.. No fights.. no arguments.. no.. questions.. he says.. you may go...
Reasons ??? coming below..
She comes out in disappointment and reaches home..Next day she gets a call from HR and immediately from Anand to meet urgently .
She applies half day leave and reaches.. the Studio.. She steps in and NOW THEY MEET..She goes there with a lot of hesitation.. confusions in mind.. but why???YES.. her family.. she makes herself clear.. on this.. and puts the first step..
The reason.. was she herself sculpting a sculpture.. on her own.. ..was she a KALKI.. shortly.. self carving statue..
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SHLOK AND ASTHA..
He gives her a dress and asks her to come and stand near the window..
She goes in for changing.. but finds its bit.. awkward and comes back in her usual cotton salwar..he asks her.. she answers... no sir.. I cant.. he likes it.. and asks her to stand near the pillar..
He starts drawing the sketch on the canvas.. for .. 5 hrs.. she stands like a statue.. their eyes don't meet .. he draws.. the outline..then starts giving the touches for the figure.. and finally for the face.. he gives the depths and hues for the face.. he asks her to turn and look at him.. she is lost somewhere.. yes.. she was STANDING NUMB.. FEELING LESS.. BUT HER EYES.. what they were telling.. he went around her... could understand the unsaid.. emotions..he captures.. them and puts the final touch on the painting..
Yupp.. WAS he happy with the outcome.. with his FIRST EVER WORK ON INSPIRATION..AFTER 5 YEARS...
In the night.. he sees the painting.. in the dim light.. he was.. looking at the eyes.. did those eyes... make his anger or inner volcano calm ...NO...BUT...YES... what was this dead lock question...
ONLY TIME WILL TELL...
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Edited by deepavasudev - 10 years ago
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
