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Part 1
POP! Vishal Agarwal opened the bottle of champagne dexterously and let it flow. It was symbolic, the act of opening the bottle and watching as the frothy bubbly liquid gushed out of it, unrestrained and sparkling. If only… if only, the happiness in his heart could find a way to come in the open. He was sure it would rival the flow of champagne today, and match its potency and the giddiness associated with it. Today was a big day. He had got the chance of celebrating his company's success at getting the EXEL Award. The most renowned and the most prestigious award for achieving excellence in field of business had been bestowed upon him and his company. And not for the first time either, this one was the eight one he had managed to pick in twenty-nine years of business and the fourth one consecutively. A feat, which in itself, had propelled the name of his company in the hall of fame with a few elite ones. His happiness knew no bounds as they, his partner and himself had managed to silence their critics… once again. No matter what people said he always believed firmly that success comes only by working hard and not through shortcuts. He had been born lucky and many critics attributed his success to his strong financial and business background or to the lady luck. But he knew, he remembered all of what had to be sacrificed to reach here. Enough! He told himself. This day was his and d**n if he let anything spoil it.
He turned to the people surrounding him. These were his trusted people. And today was the time to celebrate and honor this camaraderie. Gesturing to a passing by waiter, he summoned the flute glasses. Picking up two glasses, he offered one foremost to his business partner and a very close friend, Aditya Mittal. Following a toast, they took their time to pose for the press which had gathered around them and wanted exclusive of such a grand occasion and especially the stars of the evening. And the shutterbugs went on… capturing the moment and the people in it. The camera is such a wonderful innovation, isn't it? Stepping in where the memory lags behind. Never missing a detail, nor an expression. At the moment what they caught hold of was two very successful businessmen as they gazed out to the world, victory and challenge blazing out of their eyes. Two tall and distinguished gentlemen who stood holding out champagne and their mouths curling in an answering smile for their critics and enemies. The hard lines on their faces were the only indication of how much of their life had only passed by, of how they had gone through, the ups and the downs. And yet there was the restlessness of youth, the impulsiveness of thoughts and the hunger for new adventures.
Both were alike yet different too. At the moment a passer by could not pinpoint the difference between them looking at their shrewdness, determination or diligence yet there was a difference in them owing to their different backgrounds and their upbringings and their school of thoughts. Somehow where in Vishal Agarwal his generosity was highlighted, in Aditya Mittal his ruthlessness dominated all his other qualities. Vishal had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth and in due time had inherited a company which had once belonged to his father and before it his father's father. But Aditya had been born with nothing else but determination to succeed and he did not like to ever hear that it had been inherited. To him this was his uniqueness, a quality which he had only himself to thank for. Especially at this stage when he had achieved so much. Enough moments had passed by with the cameramen taking pictures to their heart's content and testing Vishal's patience. With a wave of hand he dismissed them wanting a bit of peace and quiet, knowing that Aditya wouldn't have minded another few moments but he really could not tolerate anymore. Instead of being scrutinized, he preferred to take a look at tonight's gathering and catch up with the friends and vultures that had come out to celebrate with him his success. This line of thoughts was broken when he saw Kamini Mittal making her way towards them.
Kamini Mittal was one a beautiful woman. As the years passed by, instead of her beauty being diminished nature endowed her with a dignified maturing of features and her added self cultivated sophistication made her an indeed classic beauty. As she approached the two men standing near the dais, she was greeted by an appreciative glance from her husband and a teasing yet warm compliment from his friend. Vishal and Kamini's association went beyond the business partnership between the two men. For Kamini, Vishal would always be remembered as the shy lanky boy who tried to propose to her best friend in the college cafeteria while for Vishal, Kamini was the trusted aide who helped Jahnvi, his wife sneak out for the occasional date Friday night. The matter that she blackmailed them into letting her come to watch Dilip Kumar's movies with them was of course another matter in itself. But now it felt such a long time ago. Jahnvi, his beloved wife for whom he hadn't bothered with the snickers and the giggles as bent on one knee on the dirty cafeteria floor was now in herself, a memory. One with which he had loved for the past twenty years. Even today he just needed to close his eyes to feel her presence.
Her smile, he reflected and her deep eyes had both been passed on to their only child and daughter, Gauri.
Gauri was another reason why today was such a special day for him. Jahnvi's death had left him with the then two year old Gauri. The timing couldn't have been worse, the business was in teething stage and everyday a new matter required his attention. The long nights and the stress had forced him to rethink his decision of bringing up his daughter on his own and he had sent her to her grandparents as that felt a better idea than Gauri being raised by paid strangers. By the time he settled down his business and wanted Gauri to come back home, academic excellence became an issue. Gauri was a bright student and Vishal felt he owed his daughter the best so there was the long wait as she went to boarding school and then university coming home only for the summer holidays. But today that period of their life came to an end too. Today she had come back home to live with him and to catch up with all the little moments that life had yet not given this father-daughter pair a chance to live through.
So the next part marks entry of Gauri and maybe Pratham. Tell me what you think about it , should I continue? If yes any suggestion regarding the writing style or the content are welcome.
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
POP! Vishal Agarwal opened the bottle of champagne dexterously and let it flow. It was symbolic, the act of opening the bottle and watching as the frothy bubbly liquid gushed out of it, unrestrained and sparkling. If only… if only, the happiness in his heart could find a way to come in the open. He was sure it would rival the flow of champagne today, and match its potency and the giddiness associated with it. Today was a big day. He had got the chance of celebrating his company's success at getting the EXEL Award. The most renowned and the most prestigious award for achieving excellence in field of business had been bestowed upon him and his company. And not for the first time either, this one was the eight one he had managed to pick in twenty-nine years of business and the fourth one consecutively. A feat, which in itself, had propelled the name of his company in the hall of fame with a few elite ones. His happiness knew no bounds as they, his partner and himself had managed to silence their critics… once again. No matter what people said he always believed firmly that success comes only by working hard and not through shortcuts. He had been born lucky and many critics attributed his success to his strong financial and business background or to the lady luck. But he knew, he remembered all of what had to be sacrificed to reach here. Enough! He told himself. This day was his and d**n if he let anything spoil it.
He turned to the people surrounding him. These were his trusted people. And today was the time to celebrate and honor this camaraderie. Gesturing to a passing by waiter, he summoned the flute glasses. Picking up two glasses, he offered one foremost to his business partner and a very close friend, Aditya Mittal. Following a toast, they took their time to pose for the press which had gathered around them and wanted exclusive of such a grand occasion and especially the stars of the evening. And the shutterbugs went on… capturing the moment and the people in it. The camera is such a wonderful innovation, isn't it? Stepping in where the memory lags behind. Never missing a detail, nor an expression. At the moment what they caught hold of was two very successful businessmen as they gazed out to the world, victory and challenge blazing out of their eyes. Two tall and distinguished gentlemen who stood holding out champagne and their mouths curling in an answering smile for their critics and enemies. The hard lines on their faces were the only indication of how much of their life had only passed by, of how they had gone through, the ups and the downs. And yet there was the restlessness of youth, the impulsiveness of thoughts and the hunger for new adventures.
Both were alike yet different too. At the moment a passer by could not pinpoint the difference between them looking at their shrewdness, determination or diligence yet there was a difference in them owing to their different backgrounds and their upbringings and their school of thoughts. Somehow where in Vishal Agarwal his generosity was highlighted, in Aditya Mittal his ruthlessness dominated all his other qualities. Vishal had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth and in due time had inherited a company which had once belonged to his father and before it his father's father. But Aditya had been born with nothing else but determination to succeed and he did not like to ever hear that it had been inherited. To him this was his uniqueness, a quality which he had only himself to thank for. Especially at this stage when he had achieved so much. Enough moments had passed by with the cameramen taking pictures to their heart's content and testing Vishal's patience. With a wave of hand he dismissed them wanting a bit of peace and quiet, knowing that Aditya wouldn't have minded another few moments but he really could not tolerate anymore. Instead of being scrutinized, he preferred to take a look at tonight's gathering and catch up with the friends and vultures that had come out to celebrate with him his success. This line of thoughts was broken when he saw Kamini Mittal making her way towards them.
Kamini Mittal was one a beautiful woman. As the years passed by, instead of her beauty being diminished nature endowed her with a dignified maturing of features and her added self cultivated sophistication made her an indeed classic beauty. As she approached the two men standing near the dais, she was greeted by an appreciative glance from her husband and a teasing yet warm compliment from his friend. Vishal and Kamini's association went beyond the business partnership between the two men. For Kamini, Vishal would always be remembered as the shy lanky boy who tried to propose to her best friend in the college cafeteria while for Vishal, Kamini was the trusted aide who helped Jahnvi, his wife sneak out for the occasional date Friday night. The matter that she blackmailed them into letting her come to watch Dilip Kumar's movies with them was of course another matter in itself. But now it felt such a long time ago. Jahnvi, his beloved wife for whom he hadn't bothered with the snickers and the giggles as bent on one knee on the dirty cafeteria floor was now in herself, a memory. One with which he had loved for the past twenty years. Even today he just needed to close his eyes to feel her presence.
Her smile, he reflected and her deep eyes had both been passed on to their only child and daughter, Gauri.
Gauri was another reason why today was such a special day for him. Jahnvi's death had left him with the then two year old Gauri. The timing couldn't have been worse, the business was in teething stage and everyday a new matter required his attention. The long nights and the stress had forced him to rethink his decision of bringing up his daughter on his own and he had sent her to her grandparents as that felt a better idea than Gauri being raised by paid strangers. By the time he settled down his business and wanted Gauri to come back home, academic excellence became an issue. Gauri was a bright student and Vishal felt he owed his daughter the best so there was the long wait as she went to boarding school and then university coming home only for the summer holidays. But today that period of their life came to an end too. Today she had come back home to live with him and to catch up with all the little moments that life had yet not given this father-daughter pair a chance to live through.
So the next part marks entry of Gauri and maybe Pratham. Tell me what you think about it , should I continue? If yes any suggestion regarding the writing style or the content are welcome.
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
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