MG~FF: Lights, Camera, Action!- Note pg 16 9/3/12 - Page 3

CHAPTER 3

Recap: She didn't meet his gaze again even though she knew that he was staring at her. He watched her retreating form as the two girls left the coffee shop. He felt the need to go after her. He had to admit that he was in awe of this girl. He didn't know girls still had that kind of self-respect in today's world. He thought all girls to be attention hungry and only dying to be touched. But he decided to ignore his conscience and go back to ordering his coffee again since he had a headache too now.

4 hours later...

Maan had now chugged down his 7^th cup of coffee. Adi was already half asleep on the table with his occasional "hmm" and "haa" to accompany Maan.

MAAN: uski itni himmat ke ussne Maan Singh Khurana se aise baat ki? Samaj thi kya hain apne aap ko? Itni bari aankhein karke baat kar rahi thi jaise koi ladki nahi, Jhansi ki raani ho. Hmph

Adi's ears perked up when he heard the word "ladki" from Maan's mouth.

ADI: Maan, tu ne pehle kabhi kisi ladki ki baat ka itna bura nahi mana, toh phir aaj kya hogaya tujhe. *Adi said in a teasing tone*. Waise, tu bhool raha hai ke yaha per tu sirf aur sirf Maan hai. Tu apna surname America mein chor ke aa chuka hai apne dad ke paas.

Adi's words hit Maan right in the gut because he knew it was true. He was nothing without his dad's name, and that's why he left his home. He wanted to create an image for himself and not live in the shadow of his surname.

ADI: Chal chor in sab baaton ko. Ghar chal. Bohot der hogayi hai.

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Geet had returned from the shoot 3 hours later. She had been trying to go to sleep for the past 2 hours now but it was no use.

Geet Monologue:

How could I just break down like that? How can a stranger so easily break through me and uncover all those wounds? Woh purana zakham jo maine saalon pehle hi apne zindagi se nikal ke paink diya tha. Woh dard jo sirf mere raaste ki rukawat thi. Who pal joh mujhe sirf kamzor banathe hain. This was the first time in years that someone had made Geet Handa cry. No, this was the first time in years that someone made Geet cry. Just Geet. Lekin, uski baaton se mujhe itna farak kyun par raha hai? Aakhir who bhi toh un hazaaro mard mein se ek hi hai jinhe dusron ko sirf takleef pohchana aata hai.

Khair, inn baaton ab mere liye koi maiyne nahi hai. Kal mere liye bohot bara din hai. Mere naye show ki auditions aur uske saath mere sapne ki poori hone ki tamanna.

End Monologue

With all these thoughts running through her mind, Geet's eyes gave way and she eventually drifted off to a disturbed slumber.

Meanwhile...

Maan was having similar troubles falling asleep. He couldn't bare the insult, but couldn't quite put his finger on what was really bothering him.

Maan's Monologue:

Yeh mujhe kya hogaya hain? Kyun mein itna soch raha hoon uske bare mein? Woh ek ladki hi toh thi, bas. Ladkiyon ki toh aadat hoti hai, ladko ko darana dhamkana dhaantna. Chahe unki hi ghalti kyun na ho. Aur pehli baar thori na kisi ladki ne mujh par chilaya hai. Haan, maa bhi toh kitna chilati ti mujh par chote mein.

*Thinking about his mother made Maan teary and all of a sudden Geet's eyes flashed in front of him.*

Why can't I get those eyes out of my thoughts? Arrghhh!! Woh aankhen... itni gehri thi jaise mein uski dil ki masoomiat ko parh sakoon. Lekin woh mujhe itna kuch suna gayi. Who aur masoom? Kuch match nahi hota. Khair, jane do. Mujhe konsa usse zindagi mein milna hain. Woh apne raaste, mein apne raaste.

End Monologue

Maan drifted off to sleep with a wide smile on his face...content that he would never have to deal with that disaster again. Or so he thought.

Adi came in bright and early in the morning yelling, "MAAN MAAN MAAN! Uth Maan!!!" He opened the curtains so the lights would hit Maan's face. Maan hid himself under the blanket and responded in a sleepy tone, "Kya hain. Aaj toh sone de aaram se yaar. Itni lambi raat thi aur aaj kahin jaane ka plan bhi nahi hai. Tu jaa yaha se abhi."

Adi: Acha bacchu. Meri neend ko kharab kar ke khud sahab zaade so rahe hain. Teek hai. So jao. Phir mat bolne ke maine tumhe pehle kyun nahi bataya.

Maan got up immediately.

Maan: Kya... kya nahi bataya?

Adi: Are nahi nahi, tu so aaram se. Mein office jaa raha hoon.

Maan: Adi pakaa mut yaar. Seedhe seedhe bata na kya bolne aaya tha?

Adi: Hahahehe (typical Adi style).. Acha sun. Yeh dekh.

(ignore the name... I just got the image online 😆)

Adi: This could be your golden opportunity!

Maan grabbed the poster from his hands and read through it carefully. He was in utter shock.

MAAN: Adi, this is a HANDA production. Do you understand what that means??? No of course you don't. Mein batata hoon. This could be my golden opportunity!

Adi looked at Maan making an "I think I just said that" look, but decided against saying anything because he knew how much this meant to Maan.

Maan: Adi, Geet Handa is the biggest name in all the Bollywood producers! I can't let this slip from my hands. OMG. What am I still doing in bed? Move. I gotta go shower. Do I look decent? Maybe I should shave too. Aaahhh... Man, I love you dude!!

Maan gave Adi a quick hug and jumped out of bed, grabbing his towel and clothes and heading to the bathroom. Adi smiled at Maan knowing that this was the chance he's been waiting for all his life. Now he could finally take a big leap towards his dream instead of the small steps he's been taking for the last 6 years.

Adi: I hope all your dreams come true Maan. You deserve them. I'm proud of you buddy. Make us proud. And I hope you find the support someone who can take your talent to new heights and fill that void in your life that you don't even know exists.

Precap: Stoppp!! No!... next!... never!... next!... someone shoot me!... next!...Oh boy, we're in for a longgg day.

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Loved the part a lot..
So maan s all set to give a try on Handa production house..
Waiting for their second meet...

so they gonna meet again, waiting.
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CHAPTER 4

Recap:

Adi: I hope all your dreams come true Maan. You deserve them. I'm proud of you buddy. Make us proud. And I hope you find the support someone who can take your talent to new heights and fill that void in your life that you don't even know exists.

Auditions had been going on for almost 6 hours now, and Geet's frustration had no bounds at this point.

Geet: Stoppp! No! ... Next! ...Never! ... Next! ' Someone shoot me! ' Next! ' Pinky bring a gun! '. Next! '. Oh boy, we're in for a longgg day! Actually, you know what, this audition is over. Tell everyone outside that this audition is moving to Delhi. People in Mumbai are talentless. Sab sar utha kar chale aate hai jaise kisi ki shaadi mein aaye hain. Ab kare kare mera mu kya dekre ho? Tum ne suna nahi maine kya kaha! Jao!

The guards rushed out to announce ,"This audition has been cancelled. Ms. Handa has declared that the audition will be moving to Delhi now. So clear out."

All Maan's dreams came crashing down in that one statement.

Maan without thinking, charged towards the door where the guards were retreating towards.

Maan: Oye! Hello! How can your Ms. Handa do that? She can't just take away the chance of a lifetime from half the Mumbai population! That's not fair!

Guards: Sir. Don't make a scene. Her decision is final. Come to Delhi if you're that desperate. Now move out of the way!

Geet came outside hearing all the hustle and bustle. She came towards the back of what seemed like a man who was arguing with the guards.

Geet: What's going on here? Excuse me, why are you creating such a fuss mister? Auditions are over. I can't take the talentless people anymore! Now get out!

Maan turned around to the familiar voice and his eyes widened in shock, as did Geet's.

Both at the same time , "TUM!"

Maan was the first to break away from the eyelock. This could not be happening, he thought to himself.

Maan: You're Geet Handa??!

Geet: Haan toh!? Nahi ho sakti? *Geet said after coming out of the reverie shortly after Maan*

Maan: But you're.. your're' Aghh forget it! How can you do this to us? How can you judge the rest of us based on the performances of others?? You could be giving up a talent that brought many dreams with them. Don't do this. I'm sure someone gave you a chance when you were a struggler.

Geet bitterly replied, "No. No one ever gave me a chance. I am what I am because of my efforts only. It was always me, myself, and I. No one was there to support me."

Maan: So you want all the other strugglers to face the same hardship you once faced and become rough and tough like you. The person that probably has no friends and probably will never smile.

Geet: Are you trying to persuade me or insult me? Give me one good reason why I should give you a chance? Is it because you spilled your coffee on me? Or is it because you're creating a tamasha in front of my audition site? Or is it because you have nothing?

This time Maan was hit hard with Geet's words. She saw his expressions change from determination to anger to frustration and then finally to helplessness.

Geet: Fine. I'm done for today. Guards, tell all these people that they can come back tomorrow. Auditions will continue. Happy? But on one condition, Mister'

Maan: Maan. My name is Maan.

Geet: Right. Maan. You will be the last contestant. After alll these people. Because like you said, everyone deserves a fair chance. And since you stood up for all these people, I'm sure you would want to give them a chance before you show your own talent. Mhmm?

Geet said as she patted Maan's shoulder in sympathy and left from there, leaving Maan's mouth open. He couldn't believe the guts this girl had. Though they both felt a slight shock with the contact, they decided their other emotions were overpowering it.

Adi came to pick Maan up after Maan called him up and explained the situation.

Adi couldn't help but laugh at the wits this girl had.

Maan: Haan haan tu hasle. Jab ho jaey na toh bata dena. Pata nahi in jaise logon ke sar pe char jaata hai success and money. Samaj thi kya hai apne aap ko? Mein.. Mein' end mein kara hojaon line ke itni dhoop mein! Agar aaj hi jaane diya hota toh I would have gone after just a few people. Tujhe pata hai, she even had the guts to touch me! Koi aur hota na, toh uske haat kaat ke phenk deta.

Adi amused at Maan's ramblings asked, "Toh who koi aur nahi thi? Matlab tu usse jaanta tha tho issi liye chor diya? Hmm?" He put an extra emphasis on "koi aur".

Maan : Tu chup kar. Uska decision hoga kal issi liye chor diya. Warna toh main..

Adi cut him off, "Haan pata hai.. uske haat kaat ke phenk deta. I know. Chal let's go to my office. I have a few meetings to take care of and then we can go to a night club or something. Tu filhaal kisi board room mein practice karlena. Ok?"

Geet went back into the theatre where there was now no one. She sat in the front row seats thinking about Maan's words and their interaction. She had no idea why or how she opened up so quickly to him-- a stranger.

Flashback (imagine she's seeing it on the stage in front of her):

"Papaji!" Geet yelled running to her father's body that lay on the floor. Blood all over her hands and she hugged her father.

Geet's mother: Chal ladki. Ab tu chup chap mere saath chale gi aur sab kuch waise hi karegi jaisa mein kahoon. Tere baap ko tho meine kaam khatam kar diya. Ab tu mujhe majboor mat karne. Tu ab meri zindagi se nikal. Yeh saari jaaidat meri hojaayegi. Chal, inn papers par sign kar. Isse wasiat ke saare hisse mere naam hojayenge. Aur iss pe bhi. Yeh theri orphanage ke liye papers.

Her mother drove her to the orphanage after she had signed the papers and pushed her out of the car with her belongings, since she had taken care of the paperwork as soon as she got the signatures.

Geet ran after the car with her small feet yelling and screaming for her mother to come back and embrace her with love. She tripped over a rock and fell to the ground with her hands reaching for the car that became a blur in front of her eyes as she fainted.

Flashback end

Geet came back to reality with her hands reached out again and this time, tears blurring her vision.

She had witnessed her own mother shoot her father for the sake of money at the fragile age of 8. Her mother was relentless and didn't care for her own family. She saw nothing but money and power.

Geet grew up on her own with the harshness of the orphanage and the unfriendly administrators. But there was one person who had always been by her side. And that was the lady whom she called dadima.

Dadima was Geet's drama teacher and urged her through all the tough times in life. She encouraged her to live life to the fullest and let out everything in her acting. Influenced by her, Geet had pursued her interest in production. She was a great actress, but she was more interested in creating the story and helping others to live life to the fullest. But she had lost that will to live after dadima had fallen ill and was called by her son back to America for better treatment.

That was the memory that Maan had awakened in her. The sweet and sour memory of her mother and then her dadima. The reason behind her downfall and then the reason for her success.

But she lost track of that will to live. And Maan had brought that back. She realized that she had become ruthless in all these years, and he had brought the old Geet back.

Geet self-thought: No, I can't do this. I can't go back to the old Geet. That Geet is dead. She is no more. The weak and fragile Geet, the bubbly and full of life Geet is dead. Now I am Geet Handa. That's right. And no Maan is going to change that.

"Geet! Geet! Are you in here?" Pinky came in yelling into the theatre room. "Geet, tu yaha akele andhere mein kyun baiti hai? Chal.. tujhe andhere mein rehna ka itna hi shok haina toh club chal. Waha andhera toh hai lekin mazaa bhi aayega!"

Geet: Nahi Pinky. Mujhe nahi jaana. Tujhe jaana hai toh jaa, mera mood nahi hai.

Pinky: Arey aise kaise mood nahi hai? Mein akele kaisa jaon? Tu chal bas. Waise bhi tera din bohot kharab ghuzra hain.

Pinky pulled Geet out to the car and drove to the club.

Precap: Geet drunk or Maan drunk? Please choose one and tell me in your comments.

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