Part 2-
Rahul... my son, come here, Raj opened his arms for Rahul, Rahul wasn't really happy by his late greeting, but he stood up and hugged his father.
So Rahul what are your plans now? I really don't want to skip your music classes what say, should I call your music teacher from Delhi? He can be our guest and give you personal classes.
No dad I don't wanna continue with him, I want to learn from someone who is more focused, who respects music, a worshiper of art not a seller. I want to learn from a classical singer,
What are u talking Rahul, classical singer?? I want to make you rock star not some pandit...
Dad plz...even daddu was a classical singer, he always says every kind of music's main base is classical.
Okay okay whatever you want... I will find a good classical singer for you.
No dad I already have someone in mind, if you say I will talk to him.
Okay but who is he?
I will tell you once he agrees.
Very well then.
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I have to go back to that place, but how? these security guards not leaving this back door? After waiting for almost 2 hours, Rahul found a way to go out by window; he reached near the lake and started searching for mouth organ.
Are you looking for this?
Rahul looked up and found a same girl, smilingly offering him his belonging.
Yes, he replied and tried to take it back, Manvi pulled it back before he could reach...
What is so hurry? This will be yours but in one condition.
Listen I don't have time for your games just give it to me back. He replied in a stern voice.
Nope, if you want it you have to do something for me, Manvi demanded in her usual cheery smile.
Rahul rolled his eyes and asked in bored tone, and what is your condition?
You have to play the same tune you were playing yesterday.
Did you really like that tune??
Yes very much... I can't stop humming that tune.
Okay but for that you have to give it to me only then I can play it.
Oops sorry, here... she handed him his small music instrument.
Rahul took it from her and started playing, Manvi happily sat beside him resting her face on her hands.
As usual Rahul forgot everything around him and lost in his own world.
Manvi was slowly singing her classical sargam by matching his tune.
Hearing her melodious voice, Rahul stopped and looked at her surprisingly... Manvi also stopped singing in a fear that she may be disturbed him that's why he stopped, she apologized with embarrassing face.
No no you don't have to apologize, you sang really well, you have a lovely voice and every node was perfect. Let's start again.
Okay, Manvi replied happily.
Both were singing together and very much enjoying it. They didn't talk much, just singing... Rahul remembered he had to go back, they promised each other to meet again and then separated their ways.
Next day in a morning Rahul was searching for the address he got, he was alone, without security or driver because what he knows about that person is he is a simple living kind of musician, Rahul finally found the house and knocked at the door, Manvi opened it.
Both were shocked, they asked together... Tum??
Okay we decided to meet at the lake by evening then why did you come here looking for me? Are you following me? Asked Manvi folding her hands across chest.
Excuse me? Can you plz for a once think before talking, I am not following you, I am here to meet Pandit Upamanyu chattergee. And what are u doing here?
This is my house and he is my father. Before Rahul could say anything else, Pandit Upumanyu's voice reached to them, he was shouting on someone, these rich spoilt kids, no respect for music... what do they think of themselves? I am a teacher not a shopkeeper who is selling music, this is art for me and I will never allow anyone to disrespect my art. Suno shilpa khabardar jo aaj ke baad kisi ameerzade ko ghar ke andar aane diya toh.
Rahul nervously gulped down, he desperately wanted to be his student but after hearing everything, his desire is in danger.
Manvi sensed his nervousness and asked, are u here to learn music?
Rahul nodded.
Tum kya karta hai door pe? Kaun aaya hai Manobi?
Manvi opened the door fully and let him in, baba someone is here to meet you, after saying that she went inside and stood behind her father.
Umm.. Namaste sir. Manvi mouthed to Rahul... touch his feet.
Rahul raised his eye brows questioningly as he didn't understand what she was trying to say, she slapped her forehead and told him again by doing the action.
Rahul did as she said.. Pandit Upamanyu smiled and kept his hand on his shoulders, jeete raho beta, achha lagta hai ye dekh ke aaj bhi young generation ko bado ka respect karna aata hai, sanskar zinda hain abhi bhi, so how come I never see you before? Kaun hai tum?
My name is Rahul and I want to learn music from you, I've heard so much about you and it was my dream to be your student.
Come have a seat,
Rahul happily sat apposite him, while Manvi went to bring water...
Ye sab toh thik hai but first tell me about your family background and parents, asked pandit upamanyu.
My mother is no more and my father is Mr. Subarwal... Pandit Upamanyu stood up angrily... kya kaha tum uss Sabarwal ka beta? I don't want any more rich kids in my house, get out of my house right now, I can't teach you anything.
Rahul was very sad, he could see his dreams shattering... but he can't lose this opportunity, the only reason he was excited to spend his summer in Shimla was his dream to become student of one of the finest singer.
No sir, you hadn't let me finish, I was saying my father is Mr. Sabarwal's employee...
Pandit Upamanyu's anger decreased, oh forgive me... the thing is, my experience with these rich people was not that good...
So will you teach me? Asked Rahul with little building hope inside him.
No... not that easy, before that I will test you, you are eligible to become my student or not. Chalo kucch ga ke sunao.
Manvi brought water for him, which he gulped down quickly.
Rahul sang few lines... Upamanyu was thoughtfully rubbing his jaw while Rahul was worriedly waiting for his opinion.
You have good voice, honesty hai tumhare aawaz me, but you still need polishing, I have a feeling you will turn out to be a great singer, but for that you have to work really hard, soch lo... I am a very strict teacher.
I will sir, I will work hard... thank you so much.
Okay be here on time, I don't like unpunctuality.
Yes sir...
No sir, call me Guruji.
Ji Guruji.
Rahul looked at Manvi, she gave him thumbs up with a smile.
Rahul smiled back and left happily along with a burden of lie in his heart.
Hiii... Manvi cheerfully greeted Rahul. Rahul replied in a dull voice...hi.
Whats wrong? I thought you will be happy, baba accepted you as a student and trust me it's a great achievement because baba is really choosy. So congratulation young man, said Manvi patting his shoulder.
Manvi I lied to your father.
About what?
About my family background... Mr. Raj Sabarwal is my father.
What? What are you saying? You are Rahul Sabarwal... oh my god... I can't believe this...
Its true Manvi, but you were there na, I had to lie otherwise he would never accept me as his student.
Hmm... Honestly sometimes I don't understand his criteria of judging people, he made a thought which influence his decisions, he had some bad experiences with Rich people I understand but that doesn't mean everyone are same... Music is Music all it want is dedication and respect, being rich or poor doesn't matter.
So what do you suggest? Should I keep it from him?
For now yes... he needs to realize not all rich people are bad, once he starts liking you, tell them the truth before that just focus on your singing and impressing him.
Thanks Manvi...
Anytime...
Jhanak
