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Chapter – 29 - O re Piya
Stage light focused and illuminated 5 girls on the stage. Maan's heart skipped a beat as he saw HER in the centre. Face hidden behind her hands, her legs moved to the rhythm. As her feet moved, her entire body started flowing as if liquid; Maan was enchanted with the figure which attracted him like moth to a fire…from day one, when her eyes and little wet self had captured his heart. Woh ek pal…aur humesha humesha ke liye dil uska ho gaya. (That one moment…and his heart became hers for forever.)
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O re piya haye
Udne laga kyon man baawla re
Aaya kahan se yeh hosla re
O re piya haye
She moved her hands but before Maan could catch glimpse of her honey eyes, she turned and twilled and her hair fanned her face. With dark tresses covering her face, he waited and finally was enthralled by those bewitching eyes….eyes where his life resided….where he found peace as she removed the hair.
Words in purple/orange (their meaning) has been contributed by Anu (Hermoso)
Raadhaaji naachat Brindaaban.
Pag thirkat hain baajat ghunghroo
chhanan chhanan chhan chhanan chhanan.
Sri Radha is dancing in Vrindavan.
Her feet are moving and anklebells jingling
chhanan chhanan chhan chhanan chhanan.
Smiling lips…tapping feet….moving bodies. Her every twist, her every move just filled his heart….as a painter fills a blank canvas with strokes of color.
Taakat khag-mrig-gop-gopikaa
chhaadi sakal jag ke bandhan.
All birds and animals and gopas and gopis
are viewing the dance casting aside all bonds of the world.
She moved her hands to fly and he felt his heart flying like proud peacock, its feathers spread to display all its colors…
Bhooli adhar dhar murali vilokat
vismit-chakit-bhramit nand-nandan.
Even the son of Nanda (i.e. Shri Krishna here Maan 😉) is so amazed and
bewildered that the flute on his lips he has forgotten to blow.
Hands arched over high in the air and then with beats fell down as if after the darkness of storm a rainbow had spread its positivity and colors….
Brindaaban kee kunj galin maa
jhar jhar jharat amiya-ras ghan.
In the gardens and streets of Vrindavan indeed,
the cloud of nectar is pouring thick and fast.
Her every ada, every smile, every nakhra, every expression filled his heart with love so boundless, so seamless that no boundaries not even her "yes" mattered anymore….he had already achieved everything he wanted….floating in heaven of her love, his heart beats danced on the same beats to which did her feet….such blinding happiness and peace filled his soul that he achieved his own moksha….
"Geet….meri Geet…Maan ki Geet…meri Mishty…mera dil….tujhe zindagi mein shamil kar…sab kuch paa liya maine"
(Geet…my Geet…Maan ki Geet…my Mishty…my heart….after finding you in my life…I have attained everything.)
Tanabana tanabana bunti hawaa
Boondein bhi to aaye nahi baaz yahan
Sajish mein shaamil sara jahan hai
Har zare zare ki yeh iltiza hai
O re Piya haye…O re Piya
Geet has always loved dancing…always. Bandishon pe pali badi uski zindagi…aaj thirakte pairon mein jaise ek aazadi mil gayi. (Life which had breathed in bondage…today as if it found freedom through her tapping feet.) For a moment she remembered those moments…those fleeting tries to break through the bondages and her failings and how so. She lost her everything…her dignity…her self respect. She faltered but she didn't miss a beat…how could she. Pain was part of her and dance was after all expression of one self. She didn't miss a beat…but for a moment, her eyes blazed with tears and her smile faltered.
But then her gaze locked with the man sitting in front. Epitome of power. Bhagwaan ko kisne dekha par maine mere Ram ko dekha. Purushon mein utam…mere Purshotam…Ram. (Lord Ram is also known as Purshotam Ram as he is considered as best amongst fellow men) (Who has seen God but I have seen my Ram. Best in men…my Ram )With a yearning in her heart which she didn't know even existed, her eyes pleaded with his…to take her….make her flow with him…on his path. Whole world was against her but there he was, standing for her, with her every step of the way. Will she ever be able to feel the love, will she ever be able to love someone with all what was there in her heart? Pamper me and let me pamper you….her heart screamed….not knowing that their destinies were entwined for ever.
Nazrein bolen duniya bole dil ki zaban
Ishq maange ishq chahe koi toofan
His eyes saw her asking him for something…and he smiled gently seeing those eyes as if he read every emotion in them. He promised to her that he was there…always there for her….to love and be loved.
Chalna aahiste ishq naya hai
Pehla yeh vada humne kiya hai
O re Piya haye…O re Piya
She read that promise which shook her entire being. Her brain denied that conversation even took place but in her heart she knew…she had the promise of the man….her Ram.
Dance ended with a thunderous applause followed by important announcements. Dean of DU proudly agreed to the proposal of placement of 2 girls every year in the university based on their merit and choice and funded by Khurana Charity. Even DCP, Delhi Police announced a fast track FIR process and promised every help possible to the girls if they wanted to file any charges. There were some large donations and contributions and there was a large cheer from girls when Daadima announced KC's plan to renovate the kitchen and add a new building with a large common room and exclusive health club.
Later, guests filed away and Daadima and Maan personally thanked them along with Geet. As the lasts of the guests left, Daadima very lovingly thanked all the girls and Geet for making it a successful night. But they were in for surprise as she suddenly saw Maan gesturing and driver entering with lots of wrapped boxes.
"Maan yeh kya hai?"
"Kya Daadima, today all the girls need special congratulations for their stupendous efforts. Moreover I am meeting them after such a long time and most of them for the first time and I am genuinely sorry for that. So as a thank you token, I have brought some gifts. I hope you all will like them."
All the girls were very excited and excitement only grew as they unwrapped the gifts. Maan had spoken to Mrs. Dixit before and had taken care to get something or the other which was useful or required by each and every girl. There was a genuine cheer after every gift but it was loudest as Maan gifted a brand new kitchen set to Mrs. Dixit and Meena (cook). It was quickly replaced though with larger cheer as Maan moved towards the last girl.
"Meera…I have something very special for you because you are very special"
Everyone's curiosity was quipped as Maan handed her an envelope. Meera, who was already floored by Maan's aura, opened with packet with trembling fingers. It had some papers. She looked at him quizzically and a small pout – "Papers?"
Maan chuckled – "Don't worry. These papers are signed agreement with the principal of Khurana School that you have a seat reserved in the 11th std and also a waiver to join classes after summer vacation directly to give you enough time with the baby. You will be placed in the stream you want based on your choice and the percentage you get and also, your entire next two year fees is waivered off as well. So now, you need to focus on just three things – Being Happy, Baby and your studies. Baaki sab is already taken care of. Aur haan is se pehle ki tum complain karo ki just papers, I have asked Mrs. Dixit to stock your favorite pickles and tubs of your favorite ice-cream and she has strict instructions to let you eat what you crave for. This baby from now on is part of our family and we all are here for you"
Saying this Maan caressed her head slightly as Meera cried and hugged him tight.
"Di was right…aap bahut bahut ache hain…Thank you…I can't thank you enough Sir."
(Di was right…you are very nice…Thank you….I can't thank you enough Sir.)
"Shhh…. Sir nahi…bhai ki tarah hun tumhara….bhaiya bula sakti ho…aur haan….mujhe thanks nahi bas tumhari ek choti si smile chaiye."
(Shhh…. Not Sir…I am like your brother….you can call me bhaiya…and yes….I don't want your thanks but a small smile.)
He chuckled slightly – "Waise yeh thanks kehne ki aadat tumhein Geet se padi hai ki use tum se….hmmm…aur sirf Di hi tumhari sab kuch hain, hum kya kuch bhi nahi…uske aane se pehle humara rishata juda hai is hostel ke thru….got it."
(By the way have you got this habit of thanking from Geet or she has got it from you….hmmm….and is your Di is only everything to you, we are nothing? Our relationship was formed thru this hostel before she came into you life….got it.)
Meera smiled through the tears as he wiped her pearls away. She was clearly overwhelmed with his gesture and so were Daadima and Geet.
It was quite late in the night by the time finally Geet had somehow managed to calm down hyper Meera's excitement and put her to sleep. Next day being office, Daadima had left a car for her to got to PG and Geet wished Mrs. Dixit a good night and hurried towards the car. But as she opened the car's back door, she was startled to see Maan sir in the driver seat.
"If you don't mind can you sit in front...ya phir aaj driver bana ke hi chodo gi."
(If you don't mind can you sit in front...or you will make me a driver for sure?)
Geet was flustered seeing him and his words were not helping. She hurriedly sat down and started apologising "Sorry sir...woh...mujhe pata nahi that ki aap wait kar rahe hain. Daadima ne aap ko kyon bola...I mean aap ko itni pareshaani ho rahi hogi...is se toh mein ruk kar kal yahin se office aa jati...sorr..."
(Sorry sir...actually...I did not know that you are waiting. Why did Daadima ask you...I mean you must be troubled...it would have been better if I had just stayed back and left for office from here...sorr...)
"Chup...bilkul chup...ek baat batao...tum yeh sorry and thanks bolte hue thakti nahi ho kya"
(Chup...bilkul chup...tell me one thing...don't you get tired saying this sorry and thanks again and again.)
"Lekin Sir"
(But Sir)
Maan cut her in the middle - "I thought we were friends...and maine tumhein thanks bola kya...for managing such a wonderful program...all by your own. Waise bhi mujhe koi pareshaani nahi ho rahi hai...samjhi tum"
(I thought we were friends...and did I thank you for managing such a wonderful program...all by your own. Moreover I am not having any trouble...understood?)
"Ji"
"Good...waise Geet...you did not ask me for your gift"
Geet blushed slightly at his words "It is not required sir and moreover your gift to Meera was so thoughtful...thanks"
"God Geet...tum phir shuru ho gayi. Ab agli baar tumne thanks ya sorry kaha na...toh you will get punishment..."
(God Geet...you started again. Now next time if you say thanks or sorry...I will punish you.)
"Sir...woh"
"Woh kya...well gift chaiye ki nai...tumhara gift yahan hai...mere paas"
(What woh...well do you want gift or not...your gift is here with me.)
Saying that Maan took a box from his coat pocket and gave it to her.
"Sir yeh..."
" Khol ke toh dekho Geet"
(Open and see Geet)
Geet opened the box gingerly to find a pen.
"Pata hai Geet, from 3rd std onwards, before every exam, every year, my Daadaji used to give me a pen to write my exams. I did well almost every year and will use that pen for the entire next year, till he will give me a new one. I have every one of them, all 13 pens which he gave me till he...till he left us and use them only all the time. This is the last pen he gave me in my 3rd year college and I want you to have it."
Geet's eyes widened in surprise "Lekin sir, mein kaise...I mean how can I take this...I am sure it means a lot to you then why are you giving this to me?"
"You are right Geet. It means a lot to me and I want you to have it. Take it as my daadaji's blessings and my wishes for you to excel in life and in return, all I want is a promise that you will try your best to achieve your goals. This is not only for the start of your college but it is a new start of your life and I want blessings of that man to be with you who has taught me everything...Today I am whatever I am because of him and I want you to have all the success in your life too."
Tears spilled from her eyes and instinctively she hugged him tight.
Piya….e…..Piya
Nange pairo pe angaron chalti rahi
Lagta hai ke gairo mein palti rahi
le chal wahan jo mulk tera hai
Jahil zamana dushman mera hai
O re Piya haye…O re Piya
Maan hugged her back understanding her emotions caressing her hair and back to calm her down. He felt his shirt getting wet but he let her be. Today he wanted her to spill all her emotions in his arms. He did not want her to stop.
Much later, when she seemed to be sobbing silently, Maan parted her gently and wiped her tears away with his finger pads.
"You danced very beautifully today Geet. Not only because it was full of grace but also because you danced from heart and for your hostel. Never think again that you are alone. Relationships are not one sided...hain na. Tumne hi kaha tha. You have love of your family...Meera, Daadima, Mrs. Dixit, other girls, Pinky and me. We are all here Geet. We all have formed some relationships with you because of who you are. Mat ro Geet...Main hoon na tumhare saath. I am sure yeh saath kuch toh mayne rakhta hoga."
Geet looked into the eyes of her Maan sir – "Aap mere Babaji ki riyaat ho...aap nahi jaante aap mere liye kya ho."
(You are my Babji's giving...you don't know what you are for me.)
He just caressed her face lovingly and seeing her calm and collected, parted and drove her back to the PG.
Precap – Aapne yaad dilaya
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
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