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PriDa SS: Entwined part 10 * Haa Khel Saawalyancha*
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~~~ Beep Beep Beep ~~~
"GoodMorning Mr Sharan. Rise n Shine. Dis is ur wakeup call" His bedside alarm croaked in monotonous tone.
Sharan opened his eyes n glanced at da clock. 05:00am
Well dis alarm was so much better den da *Cook-A-Doodle* croakin his maa had gifted him on his 18th bday OR da *Om Jai Jagdish Hare* mp3 tuned gizmotech Avni chaachi insisted he carry on biz trips to start da day auspiciously. yuP he had a long drive to cruise on, pushing da bedspread away he got outta bed to get ready.
30 min later, He was driving outta da Saxena mansion gates, giving instructions to his driver to goto da Farmhouse. Da 6 hr drive was easy to cut before traffic started getting heavy.
~~~ Tring Tring Tring ~~~
A hand tapped da side table, slipping from under da comforter, trying to find da inhouse phone.
"
Hell...O" yuP da voice defied even Rani Mukherjee in her husky best !!
"GoodMorning Maam. Dis is your 3rd wakeup call from da reception downstairs reminding you now its 8am. Wud u like one more an hr later??"
The comforter was pulled down exposing a christmass tree setup hairdo. Shri shri shri Satya Saibaba was on da erge of being re-incarnate once again. The eye mask hid only one eye.
"8 am?? Omg omg omg... Did da crew checkout?? Did da host, da gang leave??"
Goldie screamed into da receiver defying a 2 yr toddler in voice decibals.
"Maam... crew?? Bus?? Wer we to keep watch?? Its not on da notes Maam?? ... Hello??" being new on da job, da young receptionist panicked.
"I m dead. AND Dead dead dead meat... do u get dat.. NOTE it down... Goldie is Dead AND Died young AND Died widout a boyfriend who wud cry...AND... AND... well jus D-E-A-D !! Why didna de call me why leave widout me?? How am i to reach da godforsaken Gawaar Gaon werever dis Rural India shooting is to take place... " Goldie paused in between to catch her breath, den continued
"U know wot gal... Hang up now. like rite now AND Lemme get ready AND den u can help me wid google maps" Goldie yelled into da phone as she hung up jumping outta bed. ohhh was she in trouble or wot !!
30 min later getting ready wid super speed n realising der was no one ready to take her to da god forsaken shooting location, she found herself sitting between an old lady who probably worked off a fishermans warf last nite and a WWF sumo wrester lookalike kid who was probably his village's single entry to *So-You-Fink-You-Can-Eat* reality show !!
Goldie was swaying in sync to da local bus movement as it crawled... literally crawled, towards da destination. Her luggage was tied up on da red coloured bus roof, along wid 2 pigeon cages, a fishing gear NET et all, and 3 local residents who resembled smoking Chimneys wid Local BIDI in der hands puffing to glory.
If dis was a Bollywood movie, sumwer in da background *
Bidi jalaile* wud be playering !!
AND, CHORR-eww-GRAPHER
*I-Steal-Dance-Moves-From-DharmeshSir-But-Am-A-Shameless-Freebie-To-Take-A-Filmfare-Award-For-It-FARRA-KHAN* wud be wondering how to hide da original idea creator from media attention while HE silently stands on da Bus between da Pigie cages wid, *
Malaika-I-Value-Textile-Industry-Hence-Make-Use-Of-Less-Cloth-Arora* who wud be busy practicing her
*I-Am-Shekhar-Mah-Sons-Teenage-Dad-Suman's* fake *
I-put-Rubberband-On-Mah-lips-at-Nite* pout. Goldie Smirked at da thot. Da entourage was a site to see... Luckily der was no Japanese tourist in site wid Sony camera latkofaying around der necks !!
Goldie silently prayed da bus wud travel at supersonic speed n she wud be able to make up for lost time. Ohhh if only she wud catch dat dodo Sharan Saxena, who was 100% responsible for her *Late* situation.
Returning to her room in a bad mood, last nite, she had almost gotten herself electroculated wen remembering * HIS-Tie-in-HER-mouth * act, she had dropped da new hair straightener in da nearby water filled bath.
Wen dat catastrophe was averted, she had stumbled on da inhouse supplied house slippers n fell forward on da bed, face first. hurting her nose.
Grouchily she had applied nite cream n settled into bed to sleep, wen she realised da tv remote was low on battery. Hence she cudna change channels sitting in bed !!
*Midnite Masala* or *Gemini Kotha Patalu* was da FREE desi version of HBO for da lesser known hotel guests BUT she was too frustrated n tired to call reception for a spare remote. Needless to say if she met up wid HIM again, he wud know wots a Pokiri !!
Adding to her frustration her MANY MANY MANY calls to Rini, wer going straight to Voicemail. So she had finally left a message dat she wud perharps meet her bestest friend later on after da shoot was over. Offcourse, NOT realising...Dharini was on a Farmhouse. TOONED n BUSY dat nite !!
Sharan Saxena wud have hiccuped a lot dat nite wid each curse dat was targeted against him till Goldie fell asleep in da wee hrs around 4 am after reminding reception abt her wakeup calls every 1 hr.
"If i ever see him again i will strike him den keel him den skin him n peel his hide" was da last pleasant thot dat nite in her room as she snored under da comforter !!
Da bus jerked to a stop suddenly, bringing her to da present situation.
"Now wot !! Ooo Dat dodo, i will never forgive you. All because of you i m stuck between," Goldie looked at her left,
"Bombil Fry... " Goldie looked at right, "
AND Shamu" Grrr.
She opened her humongous purse n pulled out a water bottle twisting da cap off.
"Thodi jagah karo... Hato baaju... Passenger ko aane do." da conductor yelled. Goldie raised her head slightly... wondering now which cartoon character was gonna fit in dis already tight Sardine Can?? She sipped a large chunk of water.
First a white cap appeared. Den a white uniformed hand. den a skinny young man climbed. Goldie relaxed. Sum poor driver. Whose car had broken down n he wanted help reaching his destination. Den dat poor driver opened his mouth, "
Aao andar aao sahab. Mene bus driver se baat kar li hai. Wo aapko thik gate ke bahar chorr denge. Bas thoda yaha adjust kar lijiyegaa. Waise aapko takleef nahi hogi. Koi na koi utar jayegaa next stop pe aur aapko seat mil jaayegi. Aayiye sir aayiye"Da so called *Sahab* climbed da first step in da bus n Goldie spurted da entire chunk of water out in shock. For in fronto her, da Golden Halo'd face of her late nite sojourn Mr Sharan Saxena was approaching wid a prominent frown !!
" Pffft !! Off all da busses on da planet, u jus had to choose dis one n rain on mah parade rite ??" Goldie stood up long manicured finger pointing Out. Offcourse she cudna see his gleaming eyes behind his designer sunglasses but da slant tilt of da lips didna hide his thots. Clearly, He was enjoying her discomfort !!
Lol, talk about Luck and all finks Co-incidence !! , Sharan grinned, already planning out trouble for Goldidocks call Interupting prank last eve. Only he knew how he had fielded off Mom n Avni Chachi"s Mine-Of-Volatile-Questions about da Gal on his cell !!
"Well well well Ms Nariyal in person !! Tell me sumfink... Is it sheer coincidence or are you stalking me ??" he retorted smoothly. "
and as far as da Rain Parade goes..." Sharan paused, slided his shades lower wid his finger n ran his gaze from her wet chin, to her very wet body hugging Tshirt n water stained shorts, "d
a rain on ur parade was All ur doing, mah Disney Princess"Princess mah left foot... N who named a princess Nariyal... Ariel she knew about... But Nariyal... Pffft !! But Goldie didna voice her thots. Da next 3 hrs She stared outta da miniscule bus window, sneezing coughing tearing as da dusty roads wheeled past... Offcourse as her Bad luck wud have it, to Goldie"s chagrin, da fisherWoman had departed at da very next stop offering her vacant seat to da grinning Dodo !!
"
Stop touccc-hing me" ...
"Am SO not. Tell da rude bus to stop swingin like a pendullum" ...
"Now ?? NOW u did it on purpose" ...
"Wud i dare to touch you Princess Nariyal ??"
"Der is no such princess named Nariyal !!"
"So u r agreeing u r a princess but jus not Nariyal ??"
"Ohhh shut ur trap"
"Wanna make me..." ... ... ...Da passengers jus kept looking from HIM to HER like da audience at Wimbeon courts on Final Match ... It was der once in a lifetime free entertainment preview de didna wanna miss.
~~~ Dishoom --- Dish -Dash -Dhoom ~~~
Tarit kicked da long foam filled pole in anger.
How can she !! How cud she !!
And jus who was da person whose name she had uttered at da height of her passion.
Jealous !! J-E-A-L-O-U-S, is a
*7* letter word, Tarit never knew he wud ever feel.
But Dharini had been sent to his world to make him experience every emotion.
Tarit groaned loudly. kikad-ing once again at da hanging foam pole.
Da kiss had been outta da world. It had shook his world on its axis.
She had held on to him giving him free access n trust to her existence.
Den jus wen he thot he shud stop, she had nipped his lower lip drawing blood.
True Blood. Ooo da thot made him shiver even now.
Tarit kicked up high once again in frustration.
Den she had stood der limp waiting for him to make da next move.
He had propped her against da wall n pulled himself up, dripping wet.
Den he had pulled her effortlessly outta da pool wid his strong hands.
She had smiled acknowledging his strength as he had lifted her n carried her across da grass, backyard, and stairs. As he stood outside his bedroom, he had paused, to look at her. Wud he dare to take da next step. Was she ready ?? Her eyes had lowered. Guess she was !!
Shy yet ready to enter his domain !! Da thot was pushed Adraline in his system.
Laying her slowly on his bed, he stood watching her supple form.
Der wudna have been anyone more beautiful den her in da world. He thot.
She turned sideways n lifted her left hand in da air.
Was she asking him to join her ??, Tarit wondered, gulping.
He sat on da edge and almost jumped as her hand fell on his knee.
staying der for a tad second longer, stroking his knee softly.
He watched her eyelash fan over her rosy cheeks. Her hair spread over HIS pillow.
He was ready to die happily widout regret and tour heaven.
He ran his finger tenderly over her soft parted lips.
~~ Kya haseen mod par aa gayi zindagaani
ke haqeekat naa ban jaaye meri kahani
Jab aahe bhare ye thandi pawan
Seene me sulag uthati hai agan
Tujhe dekh ke kehte hai mera mann
Kahi aaj kisise muhabbat naa ho jaaye ~~He Hmmmed da few bars of dis classic song as he watched her
Widout realising HOW he knew da lyrics. He never sang old numbers... NEVER.
It was a family joke, dat Tarit was a modern baby who only knew a *Chammak Challo*
coz *AKON* BuzzBuzzed about it loudly from all possible media zones !!
Dharini was in a similiar state. Da attraction was mutual. Lucky her, she thot as she gazed into his eyes dat oozed desire. She wanted to run his name on herv lips. She tried whispering but nuffing came out. She blinked thrice den moaned in frustration wid effort, "
Prithvi..." da sultry husky whisper wasna staged, den she closed her eyes. Her head fell bak on da pillow wid a jerk...
A single name. One word. Dat changed da dynamics in da room dat nite. "You Babe had me in da palm of ur hand, till da moment u said da name.Tarit. GET it rite. Mah name is Tarit" he clarified as pushed her away n stormed outta his own room, Not realising Dharini was already 200 % tranced, and Out, due to da 2 doses of Nyquill she had taken before da pool adventure...
Tired and exhausted trying to justify her use of da name dat now haunted him,
He sat down against da wall in da basement gym.
Da room air condition hummed as Tarit dozed off leaning against da wall.
Sum car honked outside and roused him outta deep slumber.
Tarit looked around groggily trying to remove da kinks outta his shoulder.
A sudden thot jerked him wide awake.
DHARINI... she was in his room... in his bed... almost naked
"Nooo..."
He hadna looked at da clock which was chiming a good 10 Oclock as he ran upstairs
Da door creaked open to da dark sunlite cutting, curtain draped, room
A nose poked in... Den an ear tried to hear...
A "
Tasak Tasak Tasak, Aap bhi na, Aaj sone do usse" was heard in da bakground
Den da door was opened wide.
Mausijee walked in wid a breakfast tray in hand "
Goodmorning beta. Utho subah ho gayi"Walking towards da bed, she placed da tray on da side table
"Ufff ghoosay huye ho kambal me. Jaag jao bete, duniya dekho."Walking around da bed she opened da curtains n smelled da sunshine.
pickin up a discarded T-shirt here, one white sock der, another small white niteshirt-----
-----Wait a min---- a niteshirt --- which looked too tight too slender too long for Tarit to wear...
"Ufff aajkal ke bachche kya kya oot pataang kapde pehan ke sote hai" mausijee mumbled.
"Tarittt uth bhi jao. 10 baj gaye hai. Kaam nahi karna kya. Sameer ka phone aa gaya na to mushkil ho jaayegi" she tried inducing warning in her tone further adding,
" aur dekho to kaun aaya tumhe milne subah subah."Da comforter didna budge an iota and nor did Tarit peep outta to greet da world.
"Dekho ab tum nahi uthe naa to mooye mene to kambal kheench lena hai, fir naa kahio daraa ditta subah subah" Mausijee caught da comforter end ready to pull.
"Dekho to kaun Goodmorning kehne ko beqaraar hai tumse" glancing bak mausijee gave a smile to da person standing near da foot of da bed.
Three finks happened in sequence jus da way it was destined.
1. Mausijee pulled da comforter wid extra force exposing da lonesome recipient on da bed who woke up wid a jerk sitting straight trying to take in da surroundings. Da sunlite offcouse highlighted da state of undress.
2. Mausijee stood JUS like KAANTA-BEN from Kal Ho Na Ho ho taking in da shock of Tarit turning into Dharini in da sunlit room from behind her Round Gandhi shaped specs dat threatened to fall off her parrot shaped nose. Had it been a Steven Spielberg produced Cartoon film...her hair wud have changed colors from Black to Grey to *LAVENDER* to green n den bak to black in da blink of an eye. Den Mausijee tested her vocal chords
"AAA... tum... yaha ?? iss room me ?? raat bhar se ?? Tarit kaha hai ?? "3. Da bedroom door opened wid a crash at da exact same moment as a panicked Tarit stood huffing at da entrance, in his dash to wake Dharini before she was discovered in his room and almost fainted seeing da 3 folks staring at him in various mode of shock on der face.
"
Mausijee..." He paused to catch his breath... den he saw da other person in da room and all color flew past his face, "OMG ILA NAANI !! Aap yaha... Noo noo noo its not wot you fink... err Ummm Hmmm i can explain" Tarit tried explaining, thru his shock of being caught unguarded by Naani too, wen he infact hadna done a fink he wanted to since last nite !!
"Take ur time beta, we are in no hurry" Ila Gujral stood Tall, in one of her famous printed sarees wid hair tied bk in her trademark *BUN*. Folding her hands across her midriff, her smile was as mischievous as can be, reminding her of an almost similar incident years bak wen her den company CEO and Future Son In Law, Prithvi, was caught in bed wid her eldest daughter, Damini. in a compromising position...
While Damini had claimed SHE hated HIM on sight, and Prithvi had claimed he had tripped on da bed accidently, Ila along wid Mausijee has hatched a perfecto plan to unite Prithvi and Damini forever. How she missed those days wid her kids. Her eyes misted slightly. But den her gaze fell on Tarit and Dharini... perharps History cud be repeated once again...
Da sly glance dat was shared between Ila and Mausijee went unnoticed by Tarit n Dharini, who wer silently plotting a story across da room, dat wud convince da elders, dis was a Mis-Understanding of huge magnitude...
Writers Note:
Haa Khel Sawalyancha in marathi means *Da Game of Shadows*
Sumtimes HE is one up. Sumtimes SHE is one up
Da dark shadows dat govern our existence are in constant motion
Every once in a while, de favour us... and den de spin n twist n turn outta our way
Sawalyancha haa khel parat kahi tari navin win-naar hote.
( Once again a new game of ups n down was beginning to be weaved )
Wot happens wen straight laced Sharan joins in da Chaos... ??
Will Dharini and Tarit be able to coop up a believable story ??
Will Goldie add her own tadkaa in all dis ??
Will Ila n Mausijee once again team up sucessfully ??
And wot is Ishvar's role in all dis
yuP...wait n watch for da next set of updates coming towards yaa soon
Till den, HAPPY WEEKEND TO YALL'
skorpion.
Seher Hone Ko Hai
