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Chapter 10: Decision, Not Making.
Decisions in life
don't come easily to a person. The step-by-step process of decision-making
demands a lot of time and more that it demands a lot of assessing and
sacrificing. People begin by taking a slow step towards first looking at the
issue at hand even before they can get a solution to decide for it. In fact the
process of looking into the issue was harder than the taking a decision for it.
And that's where many people failed causing them to abandon even the thought of
facing the problem at hand.
The few weeks to come
had nothing special. Maan had to return to his work for his projects could wait
no longer and on the other hand Geet also got busy with catching up with the
missed work, assignments, and exams. Neither of them got a chance to prolong their
conversation to more than a greeting and how things were going. Although Maan
wanted to see if there was any change in her decision towards their marriage or
at the least some kind of change in her feelings towards him. Neither did he
get a chance to explore his thoughts further nor did he get a real chance to
interact with her. But in a way he thought the space would give her time to
think and reassess her decisions and change her opinion for the better towards
him; except he was wrong gravely wrong about the change for the better part.
It had been a long day
in college; all her professors had to keep an assignment due or a give a test
today. The late night group studies and the early morning revisions had taken a
toll on her. She decided to take a little nap before she resumed to even think
about opening her book. She tiredly slumped on the bed and removed her
stethoscope and lab coat and kept it on the study table nearby. She let out a
long breath of air before looking around the room. She swung her legs lazily
and leaned back on the bed, stretching her arms and anchoring them for support.
She blankly stared at the ceiling above letting the quietness seep into her.
Geet had never
faltered in making decisions throughout her life but for the past few weeks, it
was very different. She had failed to come to proper terms with her mind as her
heart insisted to see it differently. In fact she had avoided even thinking
about the things she had to decide. Things that happened a few weeks ago had
not been according to her plan and she was at a point where she couldn't even
mold it into her plan. The sudden marriage and abrupt stopping of her studies
was uncalled for but she had managed to get around with it. But what really
knocked her off was the person she had married hadn't been cooperative with her
rational thought. A man, who had clearly accommodated to her wants and needs
without second thought, was beyond her normal dimensions of thinking.
The new rush of
emotions and her abnormal behavior around him startled her, yet she had
constantly reminded herself the purpose of her life. She had kept her guard up
until she came face to face with him but it seemed to have significantly come
down at the occurrence of each event past that. Right from the kiss until the
flirting by her friends had messed with her brain and made her act all weird
around him. Although after each incident she resolved to act sanely, something
had gone wrong, making her act that would not even close to sanity. Was it his
presence? She wondered but how could she be affected to such extent by
someone's mere presence? Thus she admonished that thought and another popped
up. It should be the care he showered towards her, she thought. Care? Her brain
scoffed, all he had shown was sympathy for her loss and her current situation
and wanted to help her get out of it while she was the one complicating it
through her abnormal thinking and acts. Her head spun to even think about her
behavior and analyzing it would definitely go crazy if she was not already so.
She decided to put a full stop to all the unnecessary thinking and come to the
point at hand.
As she had come
rushing the other day, pulling Maan away from her friends, she wasn't thinking.
Her actions were clouded by unknown feelings that had cropped up in her heart.
But as she bent down to catch her breath, the chain her mother had gifted her
came dangling into view. The past events flashed across her mind, reminding of
her mission and goal. She shut her eyes tightly in anger and pain as the moments
with Maan came crashing down to her. She hadn't meant to sway to the beats of
her heart or rhythms of her emotions yet she had acted like a little kid, who,
when was asked to share her teddy bear had created a huge havoc. If anyone was
silly it was she, not Anushka, the receptionist or her friends. The mess she
had created had to be cleaned up quickly before the spill of her emotions
overtook her. Currently her priority was to get her things organized, organized
away from the man named Maan Singh Khurana.
The solution to keep
away came as a much-awaited relief to her brain as though the parched ground
quench its thirst for water through the rains yet somewhere in the corner of
her heart she felt a slight tug. She chose to ignore it and got up hurriedly to
change into a more comfortable set of clothing and get some sleep to forget her
conflicting thoughts. She came out of the bathroom in her pajama pants and a
loose t-shirt cuddled on the bed, wrapping herself in a thin cotton blanket
before dozing off to sleep.
***
Maan was in the middle of a meeting when
he felt his cell burst to life. He apologized to the clients sitting in front
of him and looked at the caller ID; it was Daadima. He decided he could wait
out on her call and silenced it and resumed the meeting.
"Yeh Maan bhi na,"
Daadima exasperated, "kabhi phone utha nahi. Hum yahaan pareshan hai aur usko
humse badkad sirf kaam hi hai." She tried calling once again but Maan didn't
seem to pick up the phone. She tried a few more times before giving up and
decided to give a piece of her mind once he got home.
Few hours later, Maan
came out of the meeting and checked his cell phone. Sic missed calls from
Daadima! He thought alarmed. He immediately gave a ring back worrying why she
would incessantly call for she knew he would be in a meeting if he didn't pick
up the phone. "Hello Daadima," he said.
"Maan, yeh kya hai.
Hum aapko kabse try kar rahein hain," she said a bit irritated.
"Daadima, aapko pata
hai na, I would be in a meeting if I don't pick up your call."
"Haan, magar kabhi
kabhi utha liya kariye it could be important."
"Chaliye kahiye, kya
baat hai?" he said shaking his head at Daadima's words/
"Maan, it's the end of
four weeks that the pandit mentioned and I wanted to get all the things ready
for the rituals. Aap kab aarahe hai?"
"Oh damn!" Maan
interrupted.
"What?" Daadima asked
surprised by his tone.
"I mean, Daadima, itni
jaldi bhi kya hai. Kya hum kuch aur din ke liye nahi ruk saktein?" he
hesitated.
"Bete, is everything
alright with you. I thought you would be jumping up and down to finally that
you can be with her without restrictions," she asked bewildered by his
reaction.
"I mean haan I am
excited," he began, "its just that she is not," he said more to himself.
"Hume kuch suna nahi."
"Yes Daadima I am
excited magar don't you think now that its been a month there is really no need
to prepare anything," he paused.
"Don't be silly Maan.
The things need to be done have to be done. There is a reason those rituals are
there," Daadima said with frustration.
Maan knew it would be
difficult to reason out with her so he decided to put on his angry mode so that
she wouldn't question him further. "Daadima please, mujhe pata hai. I don't
have time for these kind of silly things. I don't even believe in them. So
please aap rehne deejiye," he said masking his hurt with anger.
"Maan," she began only
to be cut off by him.
"Ab please mujhe jaana
hai, I have other important things to attend to," he said trying to end the
call.
"Maan!" she screamed
from the other end. "Khabardar aapne phone rakha toh," she threatened. "I am
going to go ahead and take care of the things you can just be a witness to it.
You guys cannot just go on living in the outhouse forever."
Maan rubbed his temple
anxiously. His Daadima was intent on getting him and Geet perform the rituals
but he didn't want to force her into doing it. He wanted her to accept him,
love him, and consent on her own to come share her life with him. And for all
these things to happen, time was needed. He figured her problem was the
outhouse and if he gets a way around it, he could postpone the things she had
planned for him originally. "Daadima, I cannot make it today. Mujhe bahut kaam
hai. Ek important project chal raha hai," he tried to reason but she wouldn't
have any of it. "Teekhai, Daadima how about this you can just shift all her
things to my room magar there would be nothing else. Rasmein vagera ke liye
mujhe aaj time nahi hai."
"No problem, hum kal
rakh lenge," she said casually.
"Kal?" he asked, "nahi
kal bhi main free nahi hoon. Aap please mujhe aur tang mat kariye. Just shift
her things and that should do. I think we can take it from there. Okay Daadima,
okay main chal raha hoon, bye!" he said all in one go and kept the phone before
she could reply. "Uff!" he let out a loud exasperated breath.
On the other hand
Daadima was still trying to come terms that he had kept the phone down.
"Hello?" she said doubtfully, "Maan you there? Uff yeh Maan phone rakh diya?"
she said with disbelief. "They will take it from there?" she said replaying his
words. "He is telling this to his Daadima," she said shaking his head at his
boldness. "Magar Maan hum aapke Daadi hai, kuch na kuch surprise toh dene hi
padenge," she said smiling gleefully, as a plan brewed in her mind. "Nakul!"
she called and a servant of middle age came running to serve his mistress.
"Nakul, Geet ki saare samaan pack karwake yahaan Maan ke room mein rakh
deejiyega," she said and whispered something along with it in his ears causing
him to smile sheepishly. "Aur haan, Maan ya Geet ko kuch bhi pata honi nahi
chahiye."
"Ji Daadi, aap fikar
mat keejiye," he assured and left to complete the orders given by her.
Geet had been
peacefully sleeping when Nakul had come to take her luggage and all other stuff
to keep it in Maan's room. So Nakul didn't want to disturb her and quietly took
out all the things before neatly rearranging them in Maan's room. He figured
Daadima would tell her everything when she woke up and she would also get a
pleasant surprise along with it.
Geet woke up to the
sound of gushing of wind from the window nearby. She woke up with a jerk to
find it was dark outside and the moon had already risen up in the sky. For few
seconds she was confused if it was late mid-night but turned to find the clock
tick seven o'clock. She sighed in relief and rubbed her eyes clear of her sleep
and slipped out of bed to freshen up a bit before dinner. She headed towards
the bathroom and found none of her toiletries were in sight. She once again
blinked hard thinking she was still in her sleeping mode causing her not the
see the things. But opening her eyes she found none of her things. She searched
throughout the bathroom, in the cabinets, and near the sink with no luck. She
walked out of the bathroom puzzled and went to her closet and opened it only to
find it empty. Her bewilderment turned into shock and later fear thinking she
was robbed. Panicking, she ran down the stairs shouting, "Nakul bhaiyya! Humare
ghar mein chori ho gayi, chor, chor!" But Nakul was nowhere around to be seen.
Thinking he was in danger, she panicked more, "Hey babaji! Yeh kya ho raha hai.
Nakul bhaiyya nahi hai, mera samaan gayab ho gaya hai. Mein kya karoon?" she
wailed. She ran to the mansion in the mansion in her pajamas and loose t-shirt,
her hair crazily flying everywhere.
Geet rushed into the mansion, wildly calling the
attention of Daadima to her so-called robbery scene. She entered the mansion
only to receive the biggest shock of her life.
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