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Part 9: Inert Witness
Geet couldn't take it any more. She hugged him tightly and lost herself in his embrace. Next day everywhere everyone will celebrate Holi but for Geetasri her Holi was done. Today she has played with all the colors she knows... with his one touch he has dyed her body, her heart her soul... With one drop of his love he colored up her seven seas ... she is all colorful now. Geet smiled in Maan's embrace and her tears followed it.
Geet is grown up in temples ... today for the first time she felt it like home inside the envelop of Maan's protective arms. Keeping her head on his broad chest she felt the peace what she never found during puja ... his insanity gave her a sacred feeling. She had forgotten everything in this world when She felt his hands is moving on her bare back. They were going down and trying to remove the rest of fabric she has on her lower part. His hands were sliding between her skin and the cloth when she stopped him... she don't know why but something told her to stop him... some odd feeling very complicated ... Still there is a gap to fill up... she didn't know what's that but she moved away from his hold. After that she could only collect her corset from the floor of Maan's hut and tried to bind it. Maan asked her nothing just took the cloth and tied it. Then slowly covered her with his cloak. Geet clutched the cloak and was going to exit silently when Maan said, "Geet I made this for you." It was a little idol of Sri Krishna. Very small but very beautiful. Geet hold it in her palm... her face lit up with an amazing never seen expression. She kissed it and seized it tight on her bosoms.
"Don't kiss him and don't hold him there... I feel jealous." Maan said lightly.
"I am holding my love ... my God there only ... you won't understand." Saying this she went away. She ran to her room... kissed the idol ... and sat there for a long time hugging that idol... she blabbered just one thing in her sobs ..."love you Maan...I love you."
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Golden twilight once again has made stone sculptures look like gold statues. And there among all the lifeless sculptures Geet was standing like a living gold statuette. She was standing there among the uglies. She was wrapping Maanendra's stole tightly as if she is feeling his body on her. She was taking deep breath to inhale the Fragrance of Maan. No she was not ashamed to look at those erotic figures... not any more. For the first time she felt they are beautiful. They are the witness of their first meeting. She remembered how those pair of deep eyes was staring at her when she was dancing... how he teased him... their first fighting ... these inert women have witnessed it all. And today Geet could find herself in them. Each posture, each expression of them reminded her the intimate moments she has spend with Maan sometimes ago.
She wondered was her expression resembled with that woman when Maan cupped her face and kissed her. She touched her lips ... she smiled remembering the hungry attack of his mouth and teeth ... Her lips and tongue is bearing its mark till now. Oh her poor dupatta must be still laying on the bank of the river... it had today for coming between her skin and Maan's lips. She still can feel his strong grip on her hip, his firm leg beneath her thigh. And how harshly he unveiled her feminine treasures in one go and then caressed them so softly. Geet clutched her bosom... still she can feel his warm hands there still can sense two strong hands who were embracing her, she felt she found her universe in his embrace. But how on earth this rock-strewn women expresses her thoughts... Can art connect to a person to that level?
"Geet tu yahan hai? Kabse tujhe dhund rahi hu... chal jald hi chal... everybody wants you to sing a song in tomorrow's program. They are waiting for you in hall." A girl said it in a breath.
"thik hai chalo main aati hu."
The girl was walking a few steps ahead and Geet was following the girl when some one pulled her. Geet couldn't saw her face as her back fell on his chest but she knows its Maan.
"Geet don't sing for him ... sing for me."
"for him?"
"yes don't sing for that flirty and shrewd Krishna..."
Geet instantly turned and closed her mouth with her palm, "he is God... don't say such things."
Maan hold her hand and kissed it, "I don't care... I am not afraid ... I will criticize him condemn him... now tell me will you listen to me or not."
"Geet firse kaha gayi... Geet where are you?"
"Oh no... she is near... Maan leave me please ... she will spot us."
Maan strengthen his grip on her wrist, "let her see." He said with a mischievous expression. Geet tried her best, used all her strength but failed. Finding no other way her broad hazel eyes became moist. Seeing her pitiful condition he freed her.
Geet walked away as early as possible and reached the girl before she could saw Maan.
There everybody was waiting for her. She has to sing from the point of Radha. She stood in the veranda of the hall... in a distance from the others and started singing.
[play the song: http://sound6.mp3pk.com/indian/saawariya/saawariya04(www.songs.pk).mp3]
Thode badmash ho tum
Thode Nadan ho tum
Thode badmash ho tum
Thode Nadan ho tum
Haan magar yeh sach hai
Hamari jaan ho tum
Everybody was listening her song and she was trying to hear Maan's voice... she closed her eyes and started again.
Meri saanson ki jhankar ho tum
Mera solah shringar ho tum
Meri aankhon ka Intezar ho tum
Mera emaan meri shaan mera MAAN ho tum
Thoda beimaaan ho tum
Thode saitaan ho tum
Thoda beimaaan ho tum
Thode saitaan ho tum
Haan magar yeh sach hai
Mere BHAGWAN ho tum
Thode.ummm um u mm m
Ummm Nadan ho tum.
Badmash
Everybody heard it as Radha's verse... Maan knew she sang it for her.. but Geet uttered her own emotion... she meant every word of the song even the last line. They say, 'Love is God ... god is love.' all the great men are saying this from ages in many languages in many ways. Geet doesn't understands so many things she just understands now a days when she closes her eyes for prayer Maan comes in her mind, everytime she dedicate a song for Sri Krishna she ends up expressing and still it doesn't feel like a sin... it doesn't make her Sri Krishna angry ...even Radha worshiped Krishna as a lover na... she thought.
Maan was listening the song from the same place where she was standing before some time. He was not noticing his favorite sculptures today as he has seen his muse to make patterns on his body... he has drank her beauty with his eyes, he has kissed her lips, has touched her beautiful breasts with his hands... he don't need any more model In front him.. from now he will curve her and only her in his works.
Well it was complicated in both sides. Maan was in love with his muse and Geet gave her love the place of her almighty.
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Geet was getting ready for the Holika Dahan ceremony. It is said, Hiranyakashipu the notorious cruel demon king hated Lord Bishnu from the core of his heart but he was the father of Pralhad the great devotee of Bishnu. Hiranya's hatred was stronger than his love for his son. He tried to kill his son in many ways but failed. He had a sister named Holika, who was blessed by Agni(fire) that if she enters in fire with pure heart she won't be burned..."only a pure soul, an innocent heart can survive the holy fire .. else it will burn him" She approached his brother and made a plan. She entered the fire with Pralhad in her lap thinking fire won't burn her but Pralhad will die. But the biggest irony was that she forgot the major condition ... 'pure heart' ... she got burned as she wanted to kill Pralhad but God saved his devotee. In the memory of this incident 'Holika Dahan' ceremony is celebrated.
In the Madanmohan temple they used to celebrate it with some simple game. Anybody present there could participate. Even Devdutt would participate in it. They used to gather all the big and heavy brush lamps which included 108 diyas in it. There were seven lamps like this. Participant had to light up those lamps. If some one could manage to light up all the diyas with out blowing a single diya out, he or she was considered as the purest soul present. But most of the time no body could do this as it was not easy to manage 108 diyas. Earlier in one or two year Devdutt managed to do this but Geet didn't witnessed it ... it happened before she came here. Geet enjoyed this ceremony but as she was little afraid of fire she was happy to be only an audience.
This year also she found a place in audience and was enjoying the game when Maanendra entered and sat beside her. Geet was happy but didn't show it in front of anyone and pretended as she doesn't know him.
"Geetasri chal na... lets play." A girl insisted but Geet refused.
"Geetasri you won't be hurt... don't be afraid ... Come." This time it was Devdutt who requested her. But no use.
"leave her... I want to join you... some people are really scared." He said to the girl and walked away with the girl. Devdutt Maanendra and some other girls were going to start when Geet made her mind and join them. Maanendra smirked at Geet and Geet and faked an attitude. Everybody started lighting up the diyas. Geet was scared and was struggling with it at starting. Devdutt has lighten up maximum candle by then... He was looking at Geetasri was trying hard, suddenly his eyes fell on a figure standing in the dark corner of the balcony. It was Rajlaxmi. In a moment his hands started shaking badly ... he tried to concentrate on the lamp but his his dia fell on his hand.. and burned it. Everybody got busy with it... it was a minor burn but it affected Devdutt badly. He shivered looking at the burn ... it reminds him the story of Holika..."only a pure soul, an innocent heart can survive the holy fire .. else it will burn him"... he looked at the balcony. Rajlaxmi wasn't there... he looked at the lamps... nobody could managed t o light them up... only the 108 bright flames of Geetasri's lamp have enlightened the place.
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Next day it was Holi. All the Devdasis were hell busy with their works. Geet wanted to color Maan first. She looked for him in every possible place but He was no where. On other side everybody was calling her to join them in puja. It's a custom they gave color on the deity first then they start to play color. Geet has no option left. She half heartedly took her plate of color and made her way to the temple and bumped into Maanendra while crossing the open premises of the temple. She was going to fall but Maan hold her. The pink colored abir fly on the sky first and then fell on his face and her white dress became pink with the same color. Geet closed her eyes seeing Maan's face is coming close to her. Her heart beat raised in anticipation. Maan stared at that gorgeous form for a long time... noticed the rhythm of her breast which was heaving up every now and then. Her lips slightly open ... oh how much he wanted to taste it again but he controlled... controlled only to tease her senses in another way. He took some clolor from his own cheek and put it on her cheek, "happy holi Geet." Geet opened her eyes. Maan gave her a naughty glance.
"tell me one thing Geet why you are so pink and red... look at your face... its darker than this color.."
"wo there is a colorful dyer ... who dyed me in his color... uske samne baki sare rang fika padh gaye." She took the thali and ran to the deity room.
"arre you have played your Holi before giving color to your God."
"Who said I didn't?" Geet smiled... she put her already colorful hand on the deity to color it. After puja holi celebration started. The sky, the earth became colorful with multicolored abir. Red blue pink yellow green' there was all the colors that nature has and all the shades that a human mind can has. Small world of Geetasri became multihued from inside and outside. Devdutt came for a little time, wished everyone and left the place.
After everybody colored each and everyone like crazy they they all were resting on the staircase. Maan came from behind and dragged Geet with him. Maan was running and Geet was trying to cope up with his speed. Maan was excited and wanted to show something to her.
"I got it Geet I got it... see."
"What?" Geet found nothing new "why are you showing me these uglies... I mean they are not ugly but I have seen them. What's new?"
"Geet see this. This symbol. You know when a painter paint something he signed on his painter it's a must. Same we sculptor give our sign or leave a symbol in each of our works. Now see this." Maan showed a small ring made by no metal but stone, it had the same symbol. "This ring belongs to my Guruji' I was right Geet, he was the one who curved this figures." Maan said all this with out a pause. Now he found himself clutching Geet by her hands too firmly' poor girl didn't wince for once but her big eyes became bigger. He left him and continued, "I guess Guruji came here when thammi was young. Geet did she told anything about any sculptor who came here in her time?"
"No... she knows only one story that she keeps on repeating, story of an apsara and painter .. ummm some times she would say musician and singer but the story would be same. The painter came in heaven... there she met an apsara ... fall in love with her... painted her pictures... They knew the king of the heaven will be angry on them... they tried to elope but couldn't... the king imprisoned the apsara and tortured her... he tried to kill the painter but he escaped...they never met again but his painting remain there as the emblem of their love." Geet ended the story and looked at Maan only to see him lost in deep thought.
Something ... something was there in the story that made Maanendra think. Is there any connection he is missing? He thought, what if the heaven is nothing but this Madanmohan Temple and the painter is not a painter but his Guruji, the king must be the priest then and the apsara is a temple dancer? What if the woman was thammi herself? And those paintings? Uglies yes these uglies are the emblame of their love...Thammi said everyday I observe her, Geet thinks she is ugly ... this ladies in this statues is Thammi.
Geet was waiting for Maanendra to say something but he became silence for a long time'after some time she spoke, "Maan... Maan what happened?" Maan came back to his sense listening Geet's voice.
"hmm wo Geet nothing... ummm Geet Devdutt kaise admi hai?"
"bohot acche...he did a lot for this temple... why are you asking this?" Maanendra gave no answer. Geet neither demand it. "Lets go... function is going to start.. everybody is preparing for their act... Me too have to go." She was about to move Maan jerked her close and before Geet could understood anything Maan pused him on the wall and sealed her lips with his. He held her one hand, almost pinned it with the wall and kissed her like insane. "Geet you are mine only mine." He kept on saying it again and again while kissing. Geet couldn't protest and at the end of his insanity was left only with some fore marks on her lips. And some inert women witnessed another couple in love after a long time.
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Geet was so happy and contented with everything that's happening in her life she forgot the existence of rest world. She was returning to her room when she heard a sound of weeping. She followed the sound and peep inside the room of foremost Devdsi. She found Rajlaxmi sitting in the floor of her room. Geet remembered its more than one month that Rajlaxmi has came back from her trip. She wasn't there in whole Holi celebration. It was strange Raj always loved Holi... playing with colors and this celebration, she thought. She entered her room, "Raj ... how are you? We didn't talk for a long time ... I know its my fault, sorry. But why didn't you came for Holi celebration? It was so much fun."
"stop just stop your non sense." Rajlaxmi shouted, " I don't want to see your face... I hate you... for you, only for you I am doomed... I have to carry your burden ... have to rot in the hell... only for you. I hate you Geet... get out just get out from here..." She shut the door leaving a confused and shocked Geet behind.
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Edited by sayaneegupta - 12 years ago
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