MG FF-Winter Sonata-Thread 4 - Page 59

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yaad aa rahi hain...
teri yaad aa rahi hain...
yaad aane se..tere jaane se...
jaan jaa rahi hain...🥺



how r da kiddos ryt now??

😃meri tyming aaj kal kitni sahi rehti h..nahi??

Hope ur bachas r well now 😃
Waiting

waiting

diii how r da bacha party now????
and yes.. how r u???

Thanks Piya for the banner

Thanks to all my friends for liking and commenting and for your wishes for the kids. I have responded to few below. Also, this update is a super long one. Full of Maaneet but with a very different flavor. So apologies in advance if you find it a little dry but I felt it was very important for the story.

-lakshmi- - Thank you dear….yes Meera will be like a sane voice of family to Geet as we move forward in this story.

Heytal – I am so glad that you got the perspective of how similar Geet and Maan's mom are. Basically their nature is very similar and hence Maan can identify easily with her innocence, sweet and simplistic nature where helping others is not an afterthought.

Drashti10 – I was so touched by your comment. Please pass my thanks to your mom and I am glad that she enjoys this FF so much.

Sree10 – What can I say. I sometime feel so overwhelmed with all your love and praises. I could never imagine writing stories on a public form and now your request to convert it into a book. More than anything thanks for the intention behind it though I don't think I have what it takes to write a book. But thank you so so much for your kind words.

Madhuri53 – Happy Belated Birthday Dear. Yes dear, Meera is just a child. Imagine a 10^th std girl and it is Geet's responsibility as her sister to make sure that she lives her age to whatever extent possible.

Chinni – Thanks dear. That is the gist of this FF….two girls trying to stand on their own with Maan as a support…..

Nisha – Thanks dear. When I first wrote the chapter, it came out very dull to me. Hence I added those verses to bring out passion and then the song. I am glad you liked it.

As to the ringtone, yes...that was they key point. She is a 15yr old girl and that is the true contribution of Geet to her "Live your age" As to Maan's character, I used to discuss different tracks I want to see in GHSP after wedding and Geet's college life was top for me. You are right. It was so out of his character to not pursue her dreams but I guess later writers just did not understand their characters at all.

But best part of your comment was the missed part…I will just change to say "shirts and shoes not allowed…." You have pics for all occasions…nahi…loved the yumilicious pic.

Gudmeet / Nisha – You guys are so naughty….I can never share my IF id with my family….sharam se pani pani ho jaoongi mein toh. Gudmeet, thanks for your praises and as Nisha said, I am inflated like a helium balloon now. And Nisha, I was laughing so loud seeing all those positions. You know I have been not keeping very well last few weeks and now my both the kids are sick and at home. So harassed in general and it was probably the only smile I got on Tuesday…so thanks so much.

Pari_jyothika – welcome aboard and thanks for the cake

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Chapter 27 – Aye Zindagi Gale laga le

Monday 7:00 PM

Maan called Geet into his office and asked her to sit at the couch. Geet was already a little confused and was further surprised to see a thick file in front of her.

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Ae zindagi gale laga le
Ae zindagi gale laga le
Hum ne bhi tere har ik gam ko
gale se lagaya hai
Hai na
Ae zindagi gale laga le
Ae zindagi

"Sir…yeh file?"

Maan took a moment to collect his thoughts and then said calmly –

"I spoke to the senior officials of DU. Based on their recommendation, I have shortlisted these 4 part time graduation courses in various fields related to social and civil science, economy and structure."

As expected Geet was quite shocked and she interrupted - "Sir!!!...lekin"

"Please hear me first Geet.

Look, I took the liberty of finding these courses based on what you said the other day Geet. Frankly speaking I was deeply impacted by your thoughts.

Though they are all 4 yr courses but they have classes on Saturday with assignments and exams every term. This way you can continue to spend time at hostel on Sundays and also it will not impact your work.

Final decision is up to you but I suggest that you go through these files. Let me know if you have any questions and I can arrange for a face to face meeting with registrar as well.

And yes…I also have an offer for you. Unlike what you think, good people with right education are very hard to find for managing social positions. Mrs. Dixit was actually principle of Khurana School for a long time and meanwhile I struggled for many years to find a good manager for Krishna Hostel. Only when Mrs. Dixit's son went to UK for settling, she felt lonely and decided to join Krishna Hostel so that she will have company of the girls. Her salary or rather salary of any manager for any good and organized charity is at par with managers in most private firms and in addition Krishna charity as an organization provides free education, gives scholarships and also free health services to all its employees and their family.

So if you choose to join any of these courses, I will arrange for a full scholarship for you but with an agreement, which is standard in such cases, that after completing your course, you will join Krishna or Khurana Charity organization and work for minimum of 3 years. Also, any internship will be done from the aforesaid places.

I have kept scholarship related papers as well in the file.

I know all of this is a lot of information. So I suggest, you take your time and go through it. Let me know by next week and we can move forward according to what you want."

Geet sat speechless and still clearly under shock. She had seen a soft and fair side of Maan many a times but still she could have never envisioned that he would do something so profound for her. Without even asking, he had found all the information and was even offering her scholarship.

Tears automatically came out of her eyes as she was overwhelmed with emotions she could not name. It was mostly respect for him but maybe there was such intense fondness that she could only name it reverence.

Hum ne bahane se, chhup ke jamane se
palkon ke parde main ghar bhar liya

tera sahara mil gaya hai zindagi

Ae zindagi gale laga le

Maan was startled by her tears and he assumed she felt bad. He raised his hand to calm her but kept it down and tried to cajole by speaking gently – "Please Geet…look don't cry. I am sorry if I have said something inappropriate…I just thought you deserve a chance like everyone else to study and make your destiny happen."

Geet looked at him with admiration – "Sir…I don't know how I can thank you. I mean…Thanks…Thank you so much. Kabhi kisi ne shayad meri studies ke bare mein…mere dreams ke bare mein aise nahi socha hoga jaise aapne…you are like God to me"

(Sir…I don't know how I can thank you. I mean…Thanks…Thank you so much. Nobody has ever thought about my studies…about my dreams like the way you have…you are like God to me)

"Geet…bas…please…mujhe toh tum insaan hi rehne do. Dekho, pehle please tum rona band karo."

(Geet…stop…please…let me be a human only. Look, first you stop crying.)

He forwarded her a tissue and she wiped her tears

"Sir thank you so much for this opportunity…Thanks a lot"

"Geet…stop…stop. Look you don't need to thank me. I am not doing any favor to you. I have my own interest also hidden in it. One day Mrs. Dixit will retire and I will be lucky to have someone like you to manage the hostel.

It will be your effort and intelligence…tumhaari mehnat. Kaam, Hostel, Meera, college…I know it will not be easy and only your hard work and determination will make this a reality. So don't thank me. Yeh sab information to koi aur bhi la sakta hai lekin karna toh tumhein hi ha na."

"Phir bhi sir…zariya toh aap hi hain na"

(Even then sir….only you are the way.)

Maan tried to pacify her - "Acha…phir mujhe tumse complaint hai. See it is after office hours and I agree I am your boss but ain't I even a tiny miny friend to you…dost ko koi thanks kehta hai."

(Ok…but then I have a complaint with you. See it is after office hours and I agree I am your boss but ain't I even a tiny miny friend to you…does one thank their friend?)

Geet smiled through her tears. "Sir, kitni aasani se aapne mujhe apne barabar khada kar diya hai. Lekin sach yehi hai ki aap mere liye mujhse kahin upar hain."

(Sir, how easily you have made me stand next to you. But truth is that for me you are much above me.)

"Chup bilkul chup…bas…ab ek aur shabd nahi…kitna bolti ho tum. Ab agar ek baar aur thanks kaha toh I will get angry. Yeh file bhi yahi chodni hogi and no scholarship."

(Chup bilkul chup…stop…not a single word more….how much do you speak? Now one more time if you thank me then I will get angry. You will have to leave this file here only and o scholarship as well.)

Geet just nodded her head still sniffling at his fake anger. Her head was bowed down as she said after few minutes

"I had topped in whole district when I was in 10^th. My teachers, friends…everyone at school was so proud of me. I ran home with a box of sweets which my principal had given to me, but no one except Rajji and Tito ate it.

Khaate bhi kaise. Kisi aur ko pharak hi nahi padta tha and maa-bauji. Maa is liye ro rahi thi ki shayad woh jaanti thi ki aage kya hoga. Aur bauji isliye kyonki woh meri chahat jaante the.

My daarji wanted me to get married and I wanted to study.

I begged my dad…cried for three days when finally he got courage enough to ask daarji to postpone my marriage till I was 18 and to allow me to study till then.

Pehle toh daarji mane hi nahi aur phir….My dad had to give away one quarter of his land and property to his elder brother in lieu of extra money they will have to spend on my education and additional difficulty of finding a groom for me.

12^th ke baad….himmat hi nahi bauji se yeh kehne ki mujhe aur aage padhna hai. Rajji ko bhi toh 12^th tak padhana tha. Aur mera bhai…Tito…he has polio. Maa-Bauji ke baad woh zameen hi uske kam ani hai….isliye koi zid…koi sapna…kuch bhi kehne sune ka haunsla hi nahi hua."

("I had topped in whole district when I was in 10^th. My teachers, friends…everyone at school was so proud of me. I ran home with a box of sweets which my principal had given to me, but no one except Rajji and Tito ate it.

How would have they eaten? It did not affect anyone and mom-dad. Mom cried because she knew what will happen next. And dad, he knew what I really wanted.

My daarji wanted me to get married and I wanted to study.

I begged my dad…cried for three days when finally he got courage enough to ask daarji to postpone my marriage till I was 18 and to allow me to study till then.

First, daarji didn't agree but then…My dad had to give away one quarter of his land and property to his elder brother in lieu of extra money they will have to spend on my education and additional difficulty of finding a groom for me.

After 12^th….I didn't have enough courage to ask them to make me study further. After all Rajji needs to till 12^th at least. And my brother…Tito…he has polio. After mom-dad, that land is his only support…so…there was no point of asking anything…of dreaming...there was no strength left to say or listen to anything.)

She finally looked at Maan with shimmering eyes. Maan could almost read worship in those wet hazels

"Aap thanks bhi nahi suna chahte Sir par sach yehi hai ki aap mere liye bhagwaan se kam nahi hai."

(You don't want to listen to even a Thanks but truth is that you are no less than a God to me.)

"Geet!!!"

"Kya sach mein mujhe bhi sapne dekhne ka haq hai Maan sir….pata nahi…par aaj aapne jo mujhe diya hai….mere liye kiya hai…iska mol…nahi…yeh mere liye anmol hai Sir. Jo haq mujhe mere maa-bauji bhi nahi de sake woh aaj mujhe diya hai aapne…woh bhi bina kuch maange…please sir…mein dil se yeh karna chahti hoon.

Meri mom kehti thi ki agar bhagwaan ka haath sir pe ho toh sab kuch aasan ho jaata hai"

(Do I have right to see dreams in reality Maan sir…I don't know…but today what you have given me…done for me…it's value…no..this is priceless for me Sir. That right which even my parents could not give me, you have given that to me today…that too without asking anything…please sir…I want to do this from my heart.

My mom used to say that if God's hand is on your head that everything becomes easy.)

Even before Maan could comprehend, Geet bent down and touched his feet.

Maan was startled – "Geet…yeh tum"

He held her by shoulder.

"Geet…yeh kya kar rahi ho tum…please…calm down and rona band karo. Dekho main bhi sirf ek insaan hoon and I am not any God ok. I have my own selfish motives as I said before. Now please.

Meri mom bhi mujhe ek baat kehti thi ki if your heart really wants something and if you pray with true heart to that God, then he himself shows you the right path. Agar tumhein kisi ka shukriya karna hai toh phir un Babaji ka karo jinhe tum humesha apne saath apne dil mein aur hothon pe rakhti hoon. I am sure tum unki favorite ho and maybe till now he was testing you but now he wants to just give you happiness….hmmm."

(Geet…what are you doing…please…clam down and stop crying. Look I am also just a human and not any God ok. I have my own selfish motives as I said before. Now please.

Geet smiled through her tears as Maan passed her another tissue.

"Aap bahut kuch apni mom ki tarah hain...hai na Sir"

(You are a lot like your mother…isn't it Sir?)

Maan smiled as well – "Haan…waise bhi mein yahi koshish karta hoon ki mein unki tarah hi rahon na ki…"

(Yes…Moreover I always try to be like her only and not like….)

Geet saw a shadow of pain as Maan Sir stopped mid way.

"It is getting quite late Geet. You should leave now. Please don't cry too much and think about it and let me know your decision. And yes, if you don't like any of the courses, don't just choose one because I said so. There are more options like correspondence course which we can explore. Now you go, ok."

Geet realized that Maan sir was trying to change the topic and she did not want to trouble the man who had given her everything tonight. She just smiled and left with still the look of absolute awe and respect.

Maan closed his eyes as her gesture to touch his feet and that look of admiration flashed in front of his eyes.

"Geet, ho sake toh kabhi mujhe bas apna maan lena. Tumhara har dekha-undekha sapna pura karna chahta hoon. Aaj tumhare chere ki khushi…I will always remember this face. So much hope, respect and happiness...this memory itself is enough to wipe away any pain…any darkness."

(Geet, if possible just accept me as your own one day. I want to fulfill all your seen-unseen dreams. Today that happiness on your face… will always remember this face. So much hope, respect and happiness...this memory itself is enough to wipe away any pain…any darkness.)

Chhota sa saya tha, aakhon main aaya tha,
Humne do boondon se mann bhar liye

Humko kinaara mil gaya hai zindagi

Ae zindagi gale laga le

Geet was so happy that she immediately went to the gurdwara and paid her homage to her Babaji for sending Maan Sir as his angel in her life.

"Woh maante nahi Babaji…par aapne hi bheja hai na unhein meri zindagi mein farishta bana kar. Tabhi toh jab koi raah nahi thi, tab unhone rehne ko ghar, job, guidance, support aur ab yeh sapne…Thank you Babaji for sending him in my life. Thank you."

(He doesn't agree Babaji…but you have only sent him in my life as an angel…right. That is why when I had no path in front of me, he gave me a house, job, guidance, support and now these dreams… Thank you Babaji for sending him in my life. Thank you.)

After that she went to spend in the night at hostel. After all how could she not share the news with her choti. She showed her the file and told her about the scholarship

"Sach di…wow…I can't believe it. Your boss is a very good man di. Scholarship and he even talked to the DU registrar. Par di…I mean…he surely does not mean anything bad na…aap nahi jaanti in bade logon ko…woh…I mean…he is genuine na."

Geet smiled understanding her unasked question– "Maan sir bahut ache insaan hai Meera. Apne asulon ko bahut pake hain. Shayad hi I have met any person who is more fair and just. I know it is difficult to trust anybody nowadays but he has this attitude around him which makes you trust him.

He hardly ever smiles or laughs out. His face has always that hard look and scowl but his observant eyes take in even minutest of the details. Maybe that is why he is so successful. Aur unki baton se lagta hai ki kuch toh unhone bhi saha hai…koi aisa dard hai jo unhein chodta nahi

Ye bade log as you said Meera…but I have only seen him working for others….never enjoying himself. He may be rude and harsh but always fair. Logon ki kabiliyat ke hisab se he makes opportunities for them.

He never expects anything back…waise bhi mere jaise log kya kar sakte hain unke liye. But he has always thought about betterment of his employees."

(Maan sir is a very good person Meera. He is very firm on his principles. I don't think I have ever met a person who is more fair and just. I know it is difficult to trust anybody nowadays but he has this attitude around him which makes you trust him.

He hardly ever smiles or laughs out. His face has always that hard look and scowl but his observant eyes take in even minutest of the details. Maybe that is why he is so successful. And his talks suggest that he has also seen a lot in this world…there is some pain which doesn't leave him.

These big people as you said Meera…but I have only seen him working for others….never enjoying himself. He may be rude and harsh but always fair. He makes opportunities for people according to their abilities.

He never expects anything back…moreover what can a person like me do for him? But he has always thought about betterment of his employees.)

"Wow di…you almost seem enamored by him"

"Hmmm…woh toh hai na choti. See I told you na on Friday that it was he who had sent ice-cream for everyone. Woh aise hi hain, bina kuch kahe bas kar dete hain. Man of actions. Aaj mere liye…he has given me the opportunity to be something….an opportunity which will be with me for my whole life. Kitne log bina kuch bole, bina kuch expect kiye, charities chalate hain. Aur kuch nahi toh daadima ke pote hain woh…kuch toh baat hogi na unmein."

"Hmmm…that is true choti. See I told you right that on Friday, it was he who had sent ice-cream for everyone. He is like this only, he just does without saying anything. Man of actions. Today for me…he has given me the opportunity to be something….an opportunity which will be with me for my whole life. Hoe many people run charities without saying anything or expecting anything? And if nothing else, he is daadima's grandson…he will have something in him.)

After two days, Geet selected a course after talking to Meera and Mrs. Dixit who was also very touched by the extent of zeal Geet had to make a difference. Maan arranged for her admission and Geet started her college with new dreams and new hope on the horizon.

Precap – Teri Ore

Superb Update

Geet is completely awe by Maan for doing so much for her

The respect for Maan in Geet eyes had increased to no limit

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very very very beautiful update...
its more like they r getting to know each and every hidden facet of each other...
and yeah even i was surprised to see the extent of maan's care and love
he wantsto do everything for her..but he tries to make sure he never lets her know why he was doing that.

geet touching his feet was yet another surprise...the respect she has for that man is just remarkable. bina kuch jaane ek dusre ko kitna samajh liya...just too gud.

precap..umm very exciting...😉

The convo between Maaneet was really very touching di !!!! I just loved the way Geet expressed her gratitude to Maan !!! It was very realistic !!!!