Part-10
I have already written a big-maafinaama on page 112, please read it before throwing your chappals on me; though I wont mind pyaaz and tamatars, very costly you know. And while you are at the forgiveness, please forgive the small length of update too. Being away from the story since past 40-45 days, I had to myself read it from the beginning to start writing, and its not coming that effortlessly at present. I promise I will keep trying, thats the only thing in my hand right now.
Also, I am starting reading comments from chapter eight, gotta see how much you love me and missed me when I was away, okay??!! :)
The mornings in raizada mansion were not very different from the mornings of a suraj-barjatya's family movie . The morning pooja held a lot of importance in the household and daughters & daughter-in-laws of the house were trained to perform the elaborate pooja every morning, complete with a devotional-aarti and bhog. So it wasn't very surprising when Payal and Khush became an instant favourite in the house with their melodious aartis. Both sisters sang every other morning, taking turns along with Anjali and Nani ji, well you really couldn't infuse a hello-hi bye bye in an aarti so Mamiji played no role in this aspect, though she dutifully kept her eyes closed during the entire commotion. After that, sounds of cups and spoons replaced the previous ones, along with light chatters and laughs, and it was to these sounds to which the Raizada males were habitual of waking up.
But that morning was different. After the melodious bhajans, some strange kind of music was heard from the house.
Curious??
Well, most of the male members were, but someone was downright furious. And no prize for guessing.
Arnav Singh Raizada practically cherished his sleep. Maybe because he could sleep only for a few hours every night. But those few hours were essential for his sanity during the day. If he didn't get his sleep, his mood could put a sore-toed bull to shame. And it seemed like it was going to be one of those days."Ye iss ghar mein itna shor kyu macha rakha hai?"(Why is there so much noise in this house?) if one could find the courage to walk along him, the grumbling could be heard clearly.
The scene which he saw, made him conclude that his family has officially proven themselves the craziest in India. May be he should have asked Aman to contact guinesse book of world records to find out if there was any such category available!!
In the middle of the hall, Naani was sitting on a chair, with a flower in her hand , which she smelled occasionally, giving superior looks to everything and everyone around her. Maami was standing to her left and hari prakash to her right, both a little behind the chair. Maami was airing Naani with a dupatta held as "pankhi", while hari prakash used his gamchha. Quite resourceful, indeed. And in the background were floating the music notes of a mysterious type, providing an atmosphere of tension and mischief. To Arnav it sounded like a cat which was kept hungry whole day was finally taking her revenge by sounding so.
In front of them, were standing Khushi, Payal and Anjali. Anjali was standing a bit to the right, with her hands interlocked in a graceful manner and head bowed in respect. Payal and Khushi were standing side by side. Payal's one hand was straight while with the other she held Khushi by her elbow, and her head bowed. Khushi was standing with her hands bound with a dupatta, her head held high and posture straight.
"Ye teri bekhauff mohabbat, ye rakhs, ye dilchasp andaaz-e-bayaan, yakeenan hamaare inaam ke mustaid hai!!"("This unfearing love of yours, this attitude, this interesting style of talking, no doubt it deserves a prize from me!!") Naani said this in such a deep, regal voice, Arnav was mesmerized. It was as if some royal spirit had taken the possession of Naani's body.
"Zill-e-ilaahi ki faraakhdili se kaneej ko yahi ummid thi." ("This lowlife expected the same from the big heartedness of his highness.") Arnav couldn't see Khushi's face from where he was standing, but he could almost hear the mischievous smile on her face, which could put his whole sarcasm to a shame. And he watched as Naani's expression changed to that of disgust, and then she spoke, with a hint of cruelty and unforgiveness in her voice,"Daroga-e-zindaan, is be-baakh laundi ko le jao' aur kaid-khaane ke andheron mein japt kardo!!" (Police chief, take this overtly frank/rebel lowlife and throw her in darkness of jailroom."). To this, Payal bowed her head, and started leading Khushi away.
Arnav visibly startled. What the hell was happening here, and where were they sending Khushi to? What had she done?? And why was everyone speaking in such weird language??
What the hell was wrong with Raizada women??
Note :- The dialogues have been taken from the magnum opus of Indian cinema, Mughal-E-Azam. I have often compared the characters of Arnav and Saleem. Though they both might be nowhere near in their history and future, but there are certain traits which are characteristic to both. I love both of them. :)
Edited by dilectus - 11 years ago
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