Hey guys,
My new SS is an adaptation of Shakespeare?s Macbeth. I am very much fascinated by this tragic story. But you may find shades of Sarkar, a bit of Maqbool. But this is completely my style of adaptation and not a direct copy of Maqbool {I have not seen it}. It is about power, ambition, lust, loyalty, guilt, revenge and the main theme is love.
This is something very different and might not be as intense as the original drama, I am feeling quite jittery.
I would like to thank Ranjana for helping me out to choose the backdrop of the story.
I dedicate this FF to all my wonderful readers especially to Khushboo, she asked me write something based on the movie ?Dil Ka Rishta? but I couldn?t so this is for her. Sorry Khushboo.
**There will be no updates on daily basis, probably weekly twice or so!!
I hope you all will enjoy it and appreciate it like you did with my earlier FFs.
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?POWER CANNOT BE GIVEN?IT HAS TO BE TAKEN??
?METAPHORS ARE DANGEROUS, AND LOVE BEGINS WITH A METAPHOR.?
?CLOSURE??
{Closure means closing or closed state}
#1 The Shooting Star?
?Uthna ravi, kya kar rahan hain?? the security guard shambhu nudged his partner
?Ummm?kya yaar??ravi said opening his mouth into a lazy yawn?
?Agar dada saheb ko pata chala toh tera kaam tamaam?? shambhu said as he sat down on the low wooden stool placed near the imposing iron gates
?Hmm?pata hain?yeh night duty bhi na?khambakt?jeena haraam kar diya hain mera?? ravi whined like a little kid refusing to go to school?
?Kya karen?aisi naukri hain toh karni hi padegi?? shambu sighed?
?Yeh sala pet ke liye kya kya nahin karna padta hain??ravi said strolling about a short distance?
?Yeh khabar pata chali kya??shambhu said excitedly
?Kya?? ravi said curiously and pulled his stool near his friend to listen to the latest gossip about their dangerous master?
In their boring mechanical schedules these grapevine gossips were the only entertainment for them; it was a nice harmless way to kill their long grueling hours of security shifts?
?Sunn?khabar hain ki dada saheb ab saari zimmedari kissi aur ko dena chahte hain??
?Kya baat kar rahan hain??
?Haan?shayaad pata nahin??
?Kaun hoga re??
?Waise toh sabko pata hain ki jai bhai unke right hand hain toh?kuch thik se pata nahin??
?Sahi hain boss?jai bhai kit oh nikal padi??
?Haan?mast re jai bhai ka?ek dum??
Just then a shooting star hurriedly ran across the expanse of the vast listless dark moonless night making a curve?as if trying to say something or subtly indicating about the uncertain pre-defined future??
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The grey sea in the distance appeared angry, charged like a Mumbai taxi driver struck in bad traffic, but underneath, one could also sense the layers of cool, calm stillness??when suddenly a shrieking loud sound is heard on the empty beach robbing away the silence of the dumb night?a few men drag a dead body drenched in fresh blood and throw it into an already dug deep pit?they nicely cover it with the grainy sand?and head towards a distant rock??
A well-built tall man is seated on the distant lonely rock?admiring his black metal pistol?he carefully tugged it at his back?only his uncannily sparklingly eyes were clearly visible in the dark gloomy night??
A bearded man approached the seated man??
?Kaam hogaya Jai Bhai??? he said in a grumpy voice?
Jai just nodded his head?
?Chalona na jai bhai?neend aa rahin hain?? jai?s assistant shankar said, his eyes half closed?
?Chal?jab dekho sota rehta hain?saala?? jai said as he walked towards his jeep?The jeep left the place with a fleeting speed??the flashing head lights showing the abandoned tar roads with a minimum clarity??
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Next morning?
Sukhkarta Dukhharta Varta Vighnachi ...
Nurvi Purvi Prem Krupa Jayachi
Sarvangi Sundar Uti Shendurachi ...
Kanti Jhalke Mal Mukataphalaanchi
Jaidev Jaidev Jai Mangal Murti ....
Darshan Maatre Mann Kaamna Phurti
Jaidev Jaidev Jai Mangal Murti ....
Darshan Maatre Mann Kaamna Phurti
Ratnakhachit Phara Tujh Gaurikumra ...
Chandanaachi Uti Kumkumkeshara
Hirejadit Mukut Shobhato Bara
Runjhunati Nupure(2) Charani Ghagriya
Jaidev Jaidev Jai Mangal Murti
Darshan Maatre Mann Kaamna Phurti ...
Lambodar Pitaambar Phanivarvandana
Saral Sond Vakratunda Trinayana
Das Ramacha Vat Pahe Sadna
Sankati Pavave Nirvani Rakshave Survarvandana
Jaidev Jaidev Jai Mangal Murti ....
Darshan Maatre Mann Kaamna Phurti
{This is Ganesh Aarati in Marathi}
A strong deep authoritative voice could be heard breaking through the silence of the aureate dawn...a man was seated in front of the huge silver idol of Shree Ganesh moving the sacred fire in rounds with the right hand?while ringing the miniature bell with his left?his forehead adorned with a thick vertical line of the reddish maroon vermilion? the sonorous sound of the ringing bell floated in the air?a group of people assembled before the puja room?with their hands folded and eyes closed?
After a few minutes the man stood up from his sitting position and walked out of the puja room carrying the aarati?everybody took the aarati with utmost reverence?the man smiled at them?and offered them prasad made of milk and khoya...
Ignoring others he walked towards the far end of the room?Jai stood there at a distance with his arms folded against his broad chest?
The partially grey haired man brought his hand forward to give him the parsad?jai did not budge?
?Dada aap jante hain na?main?? jai said
?Haan?haan janta hoon ki tujhe bhagwaan par vishwas nahin hain?? the man replied?putting the prasad back in the plate
?Phir bhi aap roz mujhe prasad dete hain??
The man smiled warmily?
?Iss umeed se ki ek na ek di tu prasad zaroor lega?pata nahin teri kya dushmani hain bhagwaan se??
?Mere liye toh aap hi bahgwaan hain?Dada?? saying that jai bent down and touched his feet?
?Jeeta reh?? the man blessed him whole-heartedly?
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Jai was probably 9 or 10 when Dada saheb had spotted him on the traffic signal selling newspaper, he had bought a paper and gave him 5 rupees and asked him to keep the change, and he was amazed to witness this young boy who honestly returned back the change despite of enough persuasions. He had seen a strange kind of honestly and sincerity in the boy and he took that orphaned boy under his wings. And the moment jai?s auspicious feet entered his house a new positive energy spread everywhere; it was after his arrival that he got the good news that he was going to become a father. Shraddha, his wife couldn?t conceive for years, even after 10 years of their marriage they were still childless, they had almost lost hope but it was a miracle that the day he had brought jai to his house shraddha gave him the news that she was pregnant.
After that jai had become the apple of his eye, he had brought up jai like his own child providing him with all comforts of life, educating him, and involving him in his profession, teaching him the nitty-gritty of politics and jai in turn proved to be an obedient trustworthy child who practically worshipped the ground his guardian cum mentor walked on.
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?Dada saheb aapke liye phone hain?? a servant informed him?
?Kusum?baki sab ko prasad de de??the man called out for his youthful daughter?
?Ji baba?? his obedient daughter dutifully followed his instructions?
?Namaste shuklaji kaise hain?aap?aaj kal nazar hi nahin aate?? Dada saheb continued with his telephonic conversation?
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Subhash.K.Naik alias Dada saheb was born in an affluent family which boasted of great political legacy, the Naiks were one of the much respected families of Maharashtra, his great grandfather Vilaas Rao Naik was an active member of the Indian freedom struggle, though they were cotton textile industrialists but the Naiks were famous for their philanthropist nature and social benevolence, continuing with the tradition his grandfather Vasant Deo Naik joined politics while the family business was handled by his brothers.
Vasant.D.Naik was very much upset about the underdevelopment of his state, he had put forth many petitions to the state government but his pleas fell on deaf ears, during his service as an MLA he did quite a lot of commendable work for the society shilling out his hard earned money, but he couldn?t do full justice to it. After his early retirement he set up a ?Janseva Dal? which was not the clich?political party which only campaigned during the elections and after that it disappeared from the face of the earth. It was more like a parallel government which solved the problems of the local people who were encountered with injustice without getting involved with the actual government.
Vasant.D.Naik only believed in one principle ?Justice should be done?either by hook or crook?? he was a demigod kind of a figure in the local public eye?he maintained a mini-army of sorts to solve serious issues and within no time he emerged as one of the most powerful people in Maharashtra, you love him or criticize him but you couldn?t ignore him.
The excessive spending of Vasant.D.Naik over public issues didn?t go down well with his brothers, a huge family feud happened over the expenditures, and finally the three brothers parted ways with equal share of their ancestral property distributed among themselves. The joint family got split and everyone walked away in different directions.
Vasant.D.Naik had seen the rapid development of Mumbai before his eyes, the emergence of Mumbai into the ?Commercial Capital of India? was a dream come true for him but he was still upset about the backwardness of most of the other places of Maharashtra.
Vasant.D.Naik was keen that his only son would follow his footsteps but his son Girish Naik blatantly refused his father?s wish and revived the crumbling family business and took it to the pinnacles of success, but Vasant.D.Naik didn?t loose hope and searched for a suitable candidate as his immediate successor but all his hopes went in vain until his grandson subhash came into his life. Subhash totally inherited his grandfather?s temperament and inclinations and it didn?t take Vasant.D.Naik enough time to recognize this, he strategically trained subhash to become his successor much to his son?s anger.
But subhash had turned out into a more dangerous player than his grandfather. Due to changing times in the new age politics he had adapted a more holistic approach towards his work, while he learnt the p?s and q?s of the vicious politics from his grandfather but he had also absorbed the darker side of politics from his experience.
A man in his mid 50?s, he was an extremely headstrong personality who was two-faced, crafty and very intelligent. He was an angular deviation from his principled grandfather who used power efficiently for constructive purposes but Subhash had grown into a more biased person. He was very much involved in some murky indulgences like alcoholism and harbored quite concupiscent practices, but of course behind the firmly closed curtains of his private confines away from the public glare, and only a handful people were aware of this side of ?The Great Dada saheb?.
A widower, he lost his much loved wife a few years later his daughter?s birth. If in the whole wide world he loved something dearly it was only his beloved lovely daughter kusum who was engaged and about to get married, she was his biggest and only weakness. And the only person he trusted the most was Jai his proud prot?e whom he adored to death.
He had only one simple motto, ?He does what HE feels is RIGHT and nothing else matters.?
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God bless
Dhani
P.S.: For the characters? names I took help from my Marathi friends, just to show a bit of authenticity. I hope it was convincing enough. My love for languages has forced me into learning Marathi, but it is quite difficult for me, I don?t know but I am not able to pick it quickly like I picked up other languages!!! Try, try until you succeed!!!
P.P.S.: The story will be fast paced as I will be writing it in chapters with respective headings. All the jotas and chapels are welcome!!!
P.P.P.S: I was recently seeing the emergence of Mumbai on NDTV, and some facts were really shocking, can you believe it was only since 1990 that number of working women increased. Women empowerment in India has miles to go!!!!
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