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hei friends ... here is the 5th part of MRITYUNJAI... I have written and edited and deleted a lot for this update...n now I really don't know where it stand... I hope u like it and its a looong update so I wanna real long long comments.😊

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Part 5: Uglies

It was afternoon time and Geetasri had made it a routine to meet Maanendra this time secretly. She would sneak out from her room, go out of the temple by using the staircase behind her room and would go to the purana Mandir where Maanendra was working. She had her excuse ready that she is keen to see how he made those sculptures. Well there is an obvious difference between the reason and an excuse. It was true she has interests on those creations but it was the creator who used to drag her out of her room everyday. She did enjoy this little adventure a lot.

Geetasri for some days she has heard her new name more than her original name and secretly she loved it. Again there is nothing to do with the name but the man who gave her the name but foolish girl did not spend a minute on criticizing all these. She was just happy. She was happy with her adventure, she was happy with her secret meetings and her conversations and fights with her Maan, she was happy to revive and relish those moments she spend with Maanendra through out all the day.

Geet went to the purana mandir but didn't find hi. She went to his hut but he was not there. She was upset. She came back. in her way she saw a beggar sitting there near Maanendra's hut. Geetasri was seeing his since Maanendra has arrived there. "Why does he sit here for begging at the opposite side of temple? I wonder to whom he beg here in this deserted place. He even doesn't look like a begger." Geetasri thought.

Geetasri was about to go back to her room she saw Maanendra was standing in the backside veranda of temple the same place they first time met. She tip toed and stood behind him. Maanendra was lost in the old sculptures curved in the wall. Geetasri did shrug, made sound of her payel and kangan but no use. Her Maan was so much engrossed in those statues that he did not bother. Now she had to say something but she really didn't has anything to speak.

"Maan' what are you doing here? I went everywhere but could not find you."

Maan didn't reply.

"Maan"' she almost shouted this time.

"hmm"

"what are you looking at let me see." She rushed towards him,"chiii you are looking at these figures '. These uglies?"

"Uglies? What that mean?"

"wo all these sculptures are so ugly so I call them Uglies."

"You think they are ugly?" Maan frowned, "why?"

" or nahi to kya' look at them. Chii I cant even see it. Their posture ' They are so vulgar. Men and women are standing in such position'like doing all the ugly things."

Maan saw Geet was saying all this making her face off them and shutting her eyes tight as if she got a single sight of them she would need another bath and if possible a Ganga snan. Her action made Maan smirk.

"Geet what are you saying? I cannot understand a single word? Ugly things mean what?" he said with a straight face suppressing her smile which left a naughty reflection in his eyes.

Geet pointed her finger to a statue avoiding looking at it, " look at that one how the man is holding the woman's bare waist. And in that one"' she pointed towards another one keeping her eyes closed, " the man's hand is on' is on" she stammered on same words for four times but couldn't end it.

"On women's bare b****t and in another one man's hand is on the heap of the woman and the woman has engulfed man's body with her one leg." Maan completed her lines without any hesitation in his voice. "And they are beautiful."

Geet was stunned hearing such words from Maan. She opened her eyes and found herself standing just in front of those stoned uglies. She immediately turned around. She spoke very softly after calming down herself, " you think they are beautiful?"

"Yes they are."

"but they are vulgar."

"No they are not. Geet why do you think so? There is nothing ugly in it. Look at them they are expressing their love, desire, passion so naturally. Look at them Geet see all the men here are same and all the women are actually one. I wonder who they are. Were they some real men and women in love? Or it was sculptor's fantasy of love. Is it union of two body or is it union of two souls are expressed through these figures. You know Geet since I have come here I use to observe them regularly. My sculptures are flawless but they never appeal me like this. Now I know why coz these are not perfect but real."

Maan uttered this in one breath. In excitement he held Geet's arms. Geet shivered in his touch. She could feel the excitement of Maan. So she voiced her opinion very slowly and softly, " you speak strange words. How can you see all this in those non living statues. But still I don't agree with you. Ok leave them what about those women on the wall of that side. They are ugly right? Look there is no love in their action, only last standing in some seducing posture chiii ugly." She made a face which made Maan smile. 'This girl is really funny' Maan thought.

"Geet I wont say anything about this. You really need to grow up. You are still a girl in your heart, be a woman, you will find your answer."

This comment made Geet annoyed. What does he think she is a kid huh? She made a grumpy face and groaned in a low voice, " this sculptors all are same, cant see any thing beautiful only gets attracted to the ugly things."

Maan could hear everything. " really" he asked playfully. "but its different in my case." He moved closer to her. Geet gulped her saliva as the glimpse of mischief played on his eyes. She keep on moving back as Maan came closer and closer and now she has no place to move as her back was pinned with the wall just beside her hated uglies.

Maan blocked her by putting his hands on the wall and brought his face near her ears, " I have blinded by some one's beauty in such way that I see all the uglies beautiful."

Geet had closed her eyes long before unable to bear the proximity. He didn't touch her but all her body was reacting in a strange way like a very strong alcohol is getting mixed in her blood slowly. His scent was driving her crazy. She felt her own body is behaving like a stranger giving bizarre reactions. Maan observed each and every movement of Geet thoroughly as if he was drinking her beauty and storing it in his mind. After some time Geet opened her eyes only when she felt that his warm breath was not fanning her face any more. Maan was going away. Geet felt restless. She badly wanted to stop him. She was afraid of Maan's proximity but the thought of distance from him scared her more.

She uttered quickly, "what about that Shiv- Durga murti? Is not it vulgar to curve our Gods with this physical intimacy?"

Maanendra paused for a moment, turned around, "have you read Kumarsambhabam* By Kalidas Geet?"

Geet nodded in a no. Maan smiled and said, "read it if you can."

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"What is this? Why did you ask me to read this?" Geet stormed inside Maan's hut. Maan was busy with something. He put them aside and turned towards her with no curiosity as if he was expecting this.

It was not difficult for Geetasri to find Kumarsambhabam in the library of Madanmohan Temple. She knew where the Kalidas' poetries had been kept. Devdutt made her study some of them. She went there and brought Kumarsambhav avoiding Devdutt's eyes. It was going ok till the seventh canto. It was about the marriage of Shiv and Parvati. She got the shock of her life in the eighth canto. What is this? Physical intimacy and love making of Shiv- Parvati is written there. 'How can one write this and that too Mahakabi Kalidas?' Geetasri thought. Then what is the difference between those chip stories other girls read and writing of Mahakabi. But still she could not stop reading it. It was not like those improper books she had heard other devdasis to read, though both of them have the same subject 'sex.' This time she didn't feel like vomiting but she felt a pleasure like a warm wave is soothing her nerves. And the most shocking thing was that she was able to connect with the heroin here, even could feel the same sensation in her body. Now that was really embarrassing. How can she feel like this that too when the women described there was a goddess. Her puritan mind was unable to accept it. She covered her face with her hands, chiii what is she doing this days. Her mind and soul is getting corrupted and this book is adding fuel on it. Though her heart was dancing in this new found pleasure and shouting that there is nothing bad in it but she decided to confront Maanendra and ask him about this poetry.

" why you asked me to read this book haan?"

" don't you like it?"

"yes I mean no. its vulgar."

"you are accusing Mahakabi Kalidas?"

"No ' but is it right to describe Gods like this."

"Geet when you create something you are the only God of that creation. You won't understand."

"you won't understand, you won't understand' then make me understand na? tell me some thing what I can understand." She came forward marching and crossed her hands on her chest.

Maan watched her top to bottom, dominated his smile on her funny acts. "have you ever seen any drama?"

"Drama? Means where people act a whole story and sings and dances as well? No I have never seen it. But heard about it from Rajlaxmi. She has gone for watching drama for two times." She was very excited.

Maan loved her child like excitement. " Want to watch it?"

Geet thought she has got heaven in her hand. She was hardly allowed to cross the Temple premises and now she is getting a chance to watch a drama that too with Maan. She was highly thrilled with her secret visit to Maan everyday and now she is going to do a bigger adventure. She jumped in excitement. "yes yes yes I want to watch it." She shouted and whirled for three times.

"then come with me. fast. Otherwise we will miss the start."

Those days there was no theater hall. This kind of drama used to take place in roadside fields. Temporary stage is made with wood, and decorated with dia and flowers. And here we are talking about medieval India the dark age of Indian history marked by degradation of culture and social system. It has its reflection in this kind of dramas but it was the only entertainment of people those days.

[here this song while reading

http://sound3.mp3pk.com/indianx/mangal_pandey_the_rising/mpandey4(www.songs.pk).mp3]

Maanendra and Geetasri went there. Geetasri was panicking for getting a right place to sit because she has discovered some known girls of their temple were present there too. She covered herself with her long dupatta and they sit at one side of the stage on a high rock. Drama has been started and some girls were dancing and singing as well.

Machli tadpe jaal me or mein tadpu karke pyar

Antarghat tak pyas hai or nas nas me angar

ummmhmmm

Bata mere guriya hai wo koun rasiya jo manwa churai is tarah

Bata mere guriya hai wo koun rasiya jo manwa churaye iss tarah

Geetasri's mouth fell open seeing those girls dancing on the stage. They were wearing skirts which were hardly reaching till their knees and their tops were revealing more than they were covering and there was no dupatta at all. She felt odd to watch them sitting beside Maanendra. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes. He was watching the dance and enjoying it. there was nothing more in his expression. She again concentrated in the dance.

Wo chaliya wo rasiya jinme man basiya

Wo chaliya wo rasiya jinme man basiya

Nainan se milaike nain wo loote nindiya or chain wo

Wo chaliya wo rasiya

Bigri banat banat bann gayi, kuriya manat manat mann gayi

Agni jalat jalat jall gayi, chunri dhalat dhalat dhal gayi'

Bigri banat banat bann gayi, kuriya manat manat mann gayi

Agni jalat jalat jall gayi, chunri dhalat dhalat dhal gayi'

Geetasri was totally drowned in the tune of the song, in the rhythm of the dance. It was totally different from the kind of dance Geetasri knew or saw ever. It was seducing may be a little uncouth. Still she was enjoying it. Her body was reacting with every beat of the song. She was continuously tapping her feet and hand which didn't go unnoticed by Maanendra.

Bata mere guriya hai wo koun rasiya jo manwa churai is tarah

Hai koun wo sipaya dayiya re dayiya jo manwa churaye mora iss tarah.

Maanendra knew in Geetasri's dictionary this dance is definitely ugly, uncultured but she was so much into it that she forgot to bring out her judgment scale. Actually he was well informed about her inner turmoil where her sense and sensation were going against her so called ideas. She was unable to fight against her newly discovered feelings and desires but could not well come it as well. He knew this bud would take time to unfold itself and it would be a interesting watch to see this flower is blooming.

Milithi nazar to kab thi khabar man me wo aise birajega

Man bhadka to youn dhadka kya koi danka bajega

Main ghabrayi main bhuorai laj bothot mohe ayi

jab sayiyan ne zor se kaske thamli mori kalayi

phir ghir ghir ayi or ake charo owr chayi

jamke baras prem ka baddariya

Wo chaliya wo rasiya jinme man basiya

A girl came near Maanendra in the course of dancing. Geet was in fire. She gave a stern looks to the girl and then to Maan. "Maan don't smile at them they are.."

"Ugly ' I know." Maan said sarcastically.

"no they are worse than them."

Bigri banat banat bann gayi, kuriya manat manat mann gayi

Badriya dhirak dhirak dhir gayi, bijuriya girat girat girr gayi

Bigri banat banat bann gayi, kuriya manat manat mann gayi

Badriya dhirak dhirak dhir gayi, bijuriya girat girat girr gayi

The song was getting on her nerve. In a moment she thought she is alone in the stage, no one is there except Maan and she is dancing around him. She rubbed her eyes no it was only her wild imagination. She was still sitting in the audience and Maan was sitting beside her.

Bite nahi ratiya more katti nahi ab more din,

woh se milu ya na milu ye bhi kathin or wo bhi kathin

jo na milu to mann mera tadpe mohe bhi tadpaye

or milu to dhayan ye aye wo mohe chod na jaye

wo jo pyar jatay koi kaise azmaye

jane jhuta hai ya saccha hai sawariya

In the way back Geet was all silent. She watched the whole drama but the first song was striking in her head. Those last lines were reflecting her state of mind. It was the same thing was happening with her. She was really confused now. But excited too. The new experience she did was the most exciting thing she has done till date. The humming tune was still buzzing in her ear. She was going restless to do all the moves done by the dancers. She ran to the backside veranda and started buzzing the humming tune. It has such an intoxicating appeal.

Wo chaliya wo rasiya jinme man basiya

Bigri banat banat bann gayi, kuriya manat manat mann gayi

Nazariya milat milat mil gayi, kuriya khulat khilat khil gayi

Bigri banat banat bann gayi, kuriya manat manat mann gayi

Nazariya milat milat mil gayi, kuriya khulat khilat khil gayi

She bid a due her judgmental mind and let her go with the tune, threw away her dupatta and started dancing waving her body in a new rhythm. Uh such a pleasure! None and nothing was there to correct her, she broke all the boundaries, and freed her desires. "Am I looking like those uglies?" She thought once but ignored. She didn't mind to step out of her self made virtuous world and embraced the impurities happily.

"Geet you know you are looking like those uglies." Geet startled in Maan's voice. He was standing right behind her. He came in front of her and measured her with his intense eyes and a pleasant smile played over his face. "and trust me you are looking beautiful than ever."

Maanendra leave her alone to feel that she is turning to a woman and every woman secretly desires to enter the league of uglies for once.

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[* Kumarsambhabam is one of the greatest poetry written by Mahakabi Kalidas... who is known as the Shakespeare of India, though he was born much before Shakespeare]

[The sculptures in the pictures are from 'Khajuraho'... I feel may be they are erotic still they are beautiful]

[the song is from 'Mangal Pandey the rising'... I love this song really sexy but can't get it's lyric any where in net so myself write it down ... some words can be wrong... please excuse it.. n if u know the right wordings please pm me]

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Sayanee😊

update was beautiful...Geet is innocent and slowly experiencing to be a women...

thanx for pm

awesome ...

oh geet is tooo innocent...

Hey Saynee dear,tht was just awesome...
Now Geet is cuming to know abt the not so ugly part n reality of life...which I think Maan will make her experience...
Yaa,she is a kid...a kid wud never like to see such sculptures...
He or she wud find them yuck n all...
But those sculptures surely ooz out passion n desire frm them...
The sculpture has it's effect on me even if I see them in images..
Now tht I got to know there's sumthing written of this pattern thn I wud love to read it...I will search for a manuscript online which i wud be able to read...
U give a lot of information to me sweety abt our history bcoz I hv never liked history...
Ur FF has given me a lot of info,evenif the FF is fictional...
Thnkx a lot dear...love u loads...
Continue it whenever u r free...
Wid always be waiting for ur PM abt next part...
Take care n keep writing...!!!!

Great part..

Originally posted by: Tammana_Maaneet

Hey Saynee dear,tht was just awesome...
Now Geet is cuming to know abt the not so ugly part n reality of life...which I think Maan will make her experience...
Yaa,she is a kid...a kid wud never like to see such sculptures...
He or she wud find them yuck n all...
But those sculptures surely ooz out passion n desire frm them...
The sculpture has it's effect on me even if I see them in images..
Now tht I got to know there's sumthing written of this pattern thn I wud love to read it...I will search for a manuscript online which i wud be able to read...
U give a lot of information to me sweety abt our history bcoz I hv never liked history...
Ur FF has given me a lot of info,evenif the FF is fictional...
Thnkx a lot dear...love u loads...
Continue it whenever u r free...
Wid always be waiting for ur PM abt next part...
Take care n keep writing...!!!!